Disturbing Electrical Appliances

Alexa, Please do the Laundry and Make the Bed

I know the world has moved on and left me in the dust. I don’t mind that, but sometimes it can get a little concerning.

For instance, my cell phone.

I don’t know why but I still have trouble answering calls. I’m not all that motivated to figure it out because I actually don’t like using it. I prefer an old-fashioned grip on my phone like our house phone has. It’s easier for me to hear because of the cup on the earpiece. For me, my cell phone is for emergencies only. That’s the only reason I got my first one. I felt safer shopping if I could call either my husband or roadside assistance if I was experiencing car trouble. It has also come in handy if I am shopping and I want to talk to Dennis about buying something at the grocery store.

As the years have progressed there are so many places online that require your mobile number to even sign up for their website and use it to text you with reminders and such. I’m okay with that. I’m usually not fast enough to answer the cell phone anyway. Sometimes, my evil twin emerges, and I want to give them a made-up number, but I’ve never actually done it. I’ve thought about it, just never done it. If my husband telephones, he calls me on the house phone, not my mobile.

So, for now, I’m okay with that scenario.

However, when we replaced our microwave oven a couple of years ago my requirements were that it have a low wattage. Too high and we start blowing the circuit breakers, so 1,000 watts is fine. But it came with Alexa. It was my first time talking to Alexa. “Alexa, 3 minutes on high” and you can heat up your coffee. Or “Alexa, 2 minutes on high” to make popcorn. It kind of freaked me out. The button for Alexa is right beside the start button and sometimes, my eyesight is not always as good as it can be, I mistake the two buttons and then nothing works right.

Could you imagine if there was somebody in your house who was named Alexa? “Alexa, will you please put your socks in the hamper? I’m tired of picking them up all over the place.” What do you think your microwave would say to that?

My sister told me that the lights in their bedroom are hooked up to Alexa. I can’t even imagine.

I think of the Jetsons, a cartoon we used to watch when I was a kid. Rosey was the maid, George the father. I can’t remember, off-hand, who the others were, but there was a mom, two kids, and a dog. Because I watched those shows as a little kid once Star Trek started it all just meshed together nicely for me.

But my microwave makes me think of The Jetsons. Rosey running amok. My microwave is on her heels.

I used to make fun of old people and now I am one.

Is this Karma?

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