When my kids were young and technology, to me anyway, was a computer with MS-DOS and dot matrix printers, I was considered the expert in our family. Anyone with a tech question came to me.I enjoyed working with the high-tec stuff and felt I was helpful/useful.
But gradually over the years, it seemed more and more complex. Sometimes I guessed right--through sheer luck--and managed to hang onto my honorary title of Mom the Magnificent.
But nowadays, I end up on tech support chats, waiting endlessly for someone to help me.
Today is an example. I've been trying to get into my blog--this one--and just couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong. It had only been a few days since my last post, but suddenly I couldn't get in. In desperation, I called my adult daughter away from whatever she was doing to help me. I had little confidence that she could help as I was positive it was my computer going bonkers and it wasn't my fault at all.
Well, after ten minutes, she had it "fixed." What was wrong was somehow I was logging in with the wrong sign-in...I was signing in as if I were a blog reader, not trying to post a blog of my own.
So I guess my honorary title is forfeited unless...wait, wait, I have an idea. No one seems able to figure out how to use apostrophes. I do. There's a title I can still hold!