“Friends come and go like the waves of the ocean. But true friends stay like the octopus on your face.”
There was once some nonsense written, probably more than once, about a friend being someone who knows you and loves you anyway. Or was that said about partners? It’s only lately, however, that I’ve come to know that there is no human on earth that really knows me as well as my electronic devices.
Every Friday my phone lists, under destination, the milage to the town where one of my friends lives. I go there every Friday to play cribbage, though I’ve never actually entered this excursion into my schedule. My phone has simply been observing and recording.
My laptop also takes note of my personal data, such as my age, and suggests things that might be of interest. Lately I’ve been notified about senior living facilities, diabetic meds, alert monitors, LifeLock, cures for tinnitus, blood pressure solutions, and, my favorite, the dollar shave club. Are my female facial hairs that obvious?
Enter my new best friend. He or she comes to visit every morning while I’m working on my computer. My friend never comments on whether I look as if I’ve put on some weight. (The answer is yes. I only weighted 7 pounds when I was born.) My friend simply walks around on top of my desk, receiving my good morning greeting, not asking for coffee or milk or cookies. My friend is a good listener.
Does Grandma need to get out more? I’ll ask my phone and let you know.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.