Is my 19th nervous breakdown forthcoming? If technology has a say, the answer is yes

Whenever I drive into a roundabout, I think of how much some people hate them.

I can understand. Sometimes it does seem difficult to figure out where to get out, especially at night when older folks like me don’t have the best of vision.

But like all change, you just have to get used to it. At least we now know what the band YES was talking about when they sang that they would be our roundabout. When that song came out, nearly 50 years ago, not that many people outside of Europe knew what they were talking about.

When we were young and intent on changing the old fogey ways I don’t think it ever occurred to us that at some point we would be the old fogeys complaining about all the new ways.

Rock and roll will never die, singers kept telling us. But it has been replaced by different music and it will go into a nursing home or at least assisted living until it disappears. At least disco is dead, thank heavens.

Perversely enough, one thing that never changes is, no matter how stubbornly I resist, things change and often I have to admit, for the better.

Technology is changing so fast that it is almost impossible to buy the newest thing before there is something in the stores making it obsolete.

If you think you understand technology, you probably are mistaken. Terms you took for granted have new meanings. When I talk about my notebook, I mean the paper kind that requires you to write in it with pen or pencil

Starlink, which promises high speed internet everywhere, has more than 1,700 satellites in the skies with thousands more to come. High speed internet everywhere at a reasonable cost they advertise. What the heck does reasonable mean anymore?

It was time, actually way past time, for me to go out and buy a new smart phone to replace my older one which was a single digit model and a low number at that. I always hate that because even though the young people in the stores are polite and cheerful, I really feel out of place. Like when I walk through the electronics department in big stores and don’t recognize many things.

Some young woman explained my new phone deal to me. I nodded and agreed with whatever she said and I came home and checked my paper notebook with my passwords to keep everything up to date.

It can be tricky. If someone says they will be your server tonight, don’t log in and start searching. That assumes you have the nerve to go into a restaurant now.

Thanks to Microsoft, my solitaire scores are being conserved in the cloud. Probably not cloud nine or Mick Jagger’s cloud because he told me to stay off it.

I do worry that all this might lead to my 19th nervous breakdown.