Big sister is watching you. Am I tethered to the computer? Of course not, although Mr. Swiss sometimes thinks I am. Just because I stop hugging my bed in the morning and my first journey is to the kitchen to switch on the computer, it does not mean I am addicted – of course not. The computer has spent a complete night and evening without my attention and it is obvious that he feels lonely and neglected, so I have to reasure him in the morning that I am still there and are thinking about him. To call a compute “it” is heartless, without feelings, of course it is a living thing in my world.
Whilst the computer is firing up with the bytes flowing I am making my breakfast, hence the stains showing on the keyboard, but what is a clean computer. That is a computer that is neglected and they feel sad. My computer is switched on around 7.45 in the morning and at 8.00 my Good Morning blog begins. This might be when my tethering begins on the computer. Mr. Swiss is convinced I sit on the computer until 9.00 a.m. It is all a question of how you look at the problem. My intention is half an hour in the morning at WordPress, but you know how it is. There are Facebook pages to visit and see if your collegues are still talking to each other: to discover the news on Trump and if he is still in charge and perhaps even some news from Switzerland might appear, perhaps a cow went missing in the local village.
It is now that the alarm rings on my smartphone telling me that it is 9.00 a.m. Mr. Swiss is convinced I sit on the computer until 9.00 a.m. and so I fitted the alarm for this time as a proof that this is not true. OK, I might be still on the computer, but it can happen when I am in the shower already doing the daily clean up. It might happen now and again that I am still tethered to the computer, but really only now and again. I now forget the computer until the afternoon after my midday sleep and relaxation therapy. The tethering begins again at 3.30 p.m. I have a daily prompt to write for me and my cat then the challenges arrive.
Am I an addict – no of course not, but what else does a golden oldie have to occupy itself wit?. I am not quite finished, although it is now time for the evening meal. This is where I am thankful for the domestic side of Mr. Swiss, as the evening meal is his job. He might be tethered to the TV, or perhaps a book, but can separate himself to prepare something to eat. After the meal I am still tethered, but only until 7.30 p.m. It is then the big switch off for both computers, the Apple and the Microsoft. You are never alone with a computer, and why have one when two do the job twice as well.
Of course I do not sit in front of the computer all the time, I have an iPad for the in-between sessions, you have to be prepared and might miss something. Perhaps Fred over at Facebook has cut his finger on a bread knife and bleeding to death, or Sally has forgotten where she put her keys. These dramas can occur any time during the day, but with a computer you are never alone in your misery.
And now I must go further, my cat Tabby is waiting impatiently to paw her blog, although she is never tethered, it does not work so well with a feline. And afterwards I think I must clean the keyboard of my computer. I really cannot disappoint my disciples in leading them to think that I have a messy computer. Of course it is the light from the window that shows the finger marks, splashes and crumbs from the morning slice.