It was good to see Aunt. She was looking very natty in a pretty lilac blouse under a beaded wine purple cardigan. Her was freshly done in soft white waves and there were roses in her cheeks. She showed me the new lights in her flat she has had installed to help with her AMD. They are most effective, and the ceiling ones in the sitting room are attractive too. Next she wanted to practise her Samsung tablet skills. She turned it on, swiped the screen until she found the email icon while I watched, impressed.
I’m not very good at this, she said, in direct contrast to what I was thinking. She is very hard on herself.
But things really took off a while later when she was talking about a book she wanted but thought was out of print. We found it on Amazon, the ebook version, and I bought it for her as an early Christmas gift. When she opened the Kindle app on her tablet and saw it there, her face was a picture if wonderment. I wish I had a photograph. It’s a new way of living, she said, round-eyed.
I wasn’t sure about introducing her to online shopping just yet, but she whipped out her debit card and we added it to her account. I shall forgive her if she uses mine instead. She practised finding the Kindle icon a few times more and said she was happy with the font size.
How amazing she is. She can see that this technology would be helpful and is keen to embrace it. She needs more practice in the company of someone of whom she can ask questions and who will allow her to work at her own speed with plenty of repetition. I have tried and failed to find such a person, but we haven’t given up yet. One friend said he would help, but then planned to take the tablet away to use himself so that he could learn. That was a no deal. However, for all she rates her progress lowly, I can see she has made great strides.
Go, Aunt! Life begins at ninety