Technology and Miracles

I’ve been enjoying twitter for a while now – but the ease with which it allows me to write down individual thoughts means that this blog has been rather neglected.

In the last few weeks though, I’ve been thinking more and more about the various bits of technology, none of them things that would have been available to my parents – or even to someone, say, ten years older than me – that make my life easier, more pleasant, more fun. There are so many of them that it’s hard to know where to start, but these are just a few of my favourites.

When I was born, contraceptives were only available on prescription in Ireland. At first glance, you might say “but that’s still the way” – after all, you still need a prescription for the pill. But in January 1985, you needed a prescription for any kind of contraceptive (other than, presumably, the rhythm method/abstinence!). Earlier this year, I got the last contraceptive prescription I hope to need for a long time – and had an Implanon rod embedded in my arm. It took me a couple of weeks to get used to it, and probably a month before I completely stopped worrying about it popping out through my skin! But I’ve found it an absolute dream since then – and it’s one of the things that makes me so glad to live in the age I live in :)

When I was a very small child, I got my first pair of glasses. I believe mum still has them somewhere – they’d fit a medium-sized doll just about perfectly, they have amazing curls at the ends of the arms to keep them hooked over small ears, they’re just so funny to look at now! I’ve had all kinds of different glasses over the years – big, pink ones; small metal ones; frameless, full framed and half-framed… But apart from one short period after an operation, I’ve always worn glasses. So when I met Rosie in town and I wasn’t wearing any, she thought that maybe I’d had surgery! Not quite – although when I woke up this morning and could see clearly, I did begin to wonder myself! What I’ve got are “continuous wear” contacts – designed to be worn for a month at a time. I’ve only had them for a day or so at this stage, so it remains to be seen whether they’ll work out – but it’s definitely a change!

Finally, when I was growing up, one of the regular tasks that had to be done around the house was the hoovering. When I moved out, I discovered that it still had to be done, but now I couldn’t foist it off on my siblings every other week ;) I hate hoovering, but I also hate the dust bunnies that build up in the corners and under the couches. So yesterday, our new pet did its initial exploration of our living room & hallway. Animals aren’t strictly allowed in our apartment complex, but the landlord didn’t seem to mind too much when I explained that Poomba the Roomba would be coming to live with us. Poomba is a “vacuum cleaning robot”, and I’m in love! Not only does he uncomplainingly hoover, he also sings a happy little tune when he’s done, and a somewhat sorrowful one if he gets stuck! He can clean a (pretty large) room in about 45 minutes, and if he misses a spot, his spot-clean mode works wonders in just a few minutes. He does have a tendency to randomise shoes and scatter shopping bags, if they’re left out while he’s running around – but he’s definitely our new best friend!

The more I write, the more things and toys I think of that make the way I live so different to how it might have been if I’d been born at a different time. But for now, let’s just leave it that I’m so very glad to live in this time, in these places. Life is such an adventure!

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