Trying Not to Change the Subject

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Back in my day things were different– or were they?  I can still remember the day my father tried to assure the man that owned the Voyageur Bus Terminal Cafe in Cowansville that things would be okay. Arthur Knight swore to him up and down that the transistor radio was never ever going to put his jukeboxes out of business.

 

As I sat in the car playing the very thing this gentleman thought was going to put his family out on the street I heard none of the discussion through the earphones of my transistor radio. It now made my music portable and I was no longer confined to the family’s console in the living room to listen to my music. I was so happy, and I thought things would never change like my father. But I was wrong, things just kept changing.

 

On many occasions I have written of my distaste about the invention of cell phones. I never thought in my wildest dreams that things would ever get better than the cordless phones we had in the 90s. Imagine my surprise when a cell phone was handed to me by my children years ago, and today is my 4 year anniversary of getting that cell phone.

 

After I received the gift I immediately went into panic mode and wrote:

 

“Friends have told me I will get used to this thing. I have not set up voicemail because some have told me they cannot figure out how to retrieve messages. Can I get away with using that as an excuse? Why is life always a test?

 

This morning I watched my oldest son use both his thumbs to text. I marveled at the precision and speed he uses and think of my badly typed personal texts sent this week. I remember the 4 year-old-girl on the Apple commercials whizzing through feats of technology without help, and how I wish I could become smarter.

 

This cell phone continues to entice me daily to use it like a prosthetic for the rest of my life. I refuse to let it become the bearer of my vital signs and continued activity in my brain. Is there a middle ground? Has cell phone dependency resulted in compulsive communicating? Will I eventually turn into a Ninja if someone touches my phone?’

Now, if my cell phone dies there will be no question that I will riot like the zombies on The Walking Dead. My dependence on this piece of plastic has now become obscene. Have I now become part of the infected?  I assume it’s affirmative, because now all I do is swarm, feed, and take pictures on my cell phone. My sons have finally admitted I am much better on my cell, but apparently I still drive like I’m talking on one. Things like that will never ever change.

 

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Linda’s Two Cents of the day

It’s not easy mastering life–If I had my way we would have unicorns dancing all around the town hall– well maybe not– but I am constantly looking outside the box– because that is who I am and it can be difficult.

Supposedly it takes 10,000 hours to master something. Unfortunately, a lot of people now spend 10,000 hours trying to be a jerk to others. If all you do is put in your 10,000 hours with small kindnesses, then the universe will return that many times over. Or so they say:)

Being a good, compassionate person is not something like “having two arms” or “being able to see”. It’s a quality we develop over years and takes thousands of hours of practice. So sometimes having a good talk with a mentor- or even your friend, is a good thing– or else your brain gets too soft and one-sided.

ALL of us need someone who can give us a psychological lift and help us see light through the cracks– as– I personally never want to surrender to The Force. So thank you Tracy Lamb for the great ‘fireside chat” we had this morning. You have a gift and I thank you.

Remember, we are all Jedi’s-Train yourself to let go of everything you fear– as fear is the path to the dark side–and a Jedi craves not these things– and don’t believe that crap that they are serving ‘cookies on the dark side” either.. LOL That’s fake news!

About lindaseccaspina

Linda Knight Seccaspina was born in Cowansville, Quebec about the same time as the wheel was invented and the first time she realized she could tell a tale was when she got caught passing her smutty stories around in Grade 7 at CHS by Mrs. Blinn. When Derek "Wheels" Wheeler from Degrassi Jr. High died in 2010, Linda wrote her own obituary. Some people said she should think about a career in writing obituaries. Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa from 1976-1996. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off she finally found her calling. Is it sex drugs and rock n' roll you might ask? No, it is history. Seeing that her very first boyfriend in Grade 5 (who she won a Twist contest with in the 60s) is the head of the Brome Misissiquoi Historical Society and also specializes in local history back in Quebec, she finds that quite funny. She writes every single day and is also a columnist for Hometown News and Screamin's Mamas. She is a volunteer for the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum, an admin for the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page, and a local guest speaker. She has been now labelled an historian by the locals which in her mind is wrong. You see she will never be like the iconic local Lanark County historian Howard Morton Brown, nor like famed local writer Mary Cook. She proudly calls herself The National Enquirer Historical writer of Lanark County, and that she can live with. Linda has been called the most stubborn woman in Lanark County, and has requested her ashes to be distributed in any Casino parking lot as close to any Wheel of Fortune machine as you can get. But since she wrote her obituary, most people assume she's already dead. Linda has published six books, "Menopausal Woman From the Corn," "Cowansville High Misremembered," "Naked Yoga, Twinkies and Celebrities," "Cancer Calls Collect," "The Tilted Kilt-Vintage Whispers of Carleton Place," and "Flashbacks of Little Miss Flash Cadilac." All are available at Amazon in paperback and Kindle. Linda's books are for sale on Amazon or at Wisteria · 62 Bridge Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada, and at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum · 267 Edmund Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada--Appleton Museum-Mississippi Textile Mill and Mill Street Books and Heritage House Museum and The Artists Loft in Smith Falls.

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