Old Age in the New Age
My dear Hattie, how I love her. I came home one day last week and noticed that, after all these years, she had backed her car the entire way up our narrow driveway so as to be facing out.
She’s not a particularly good driver, and I smiled. But same thing the next day and the next, until I finally asked her, part jokingly: “Hey Hat, what’s with your car facing out? Worried you might not make it out of here on time?”
She turned with a frown and said, “You ninny. Ever since we got this stinkin computer you’ve been telling me, ‘Back up the drive, back up the drive.’ So I am.”
Poor thing. Now I don’t know what to tell her. Could be trouble.
