First off, let me say that I never want to be without 1) air conditioning, 2) indoor plumbing, and 3) electricity in general. (OK, 4) = lolcats.)
But here, to piggyback from Grannie Annie, is the question of the week: do you ever wish we were back in the times of less technology?
Last night Mr. RK and I watched a movie that was set in 1973. One of the characters gets up to change the channel on a knob on the TV. (Yes, I remember our family having a set like that when I was little.) I started thinking about that, and it bled into a dream that a friend texted me that he had sex with another friend. OK, that is true, but that wasn't the important part (for me, anyway, can't speak for either of them): the text came in on my calculator. Then it came in on my phone, and then another calculator, and then the microwave - all of the electric appliances in my home. I couldn't turn it off or get away from the texts.
I like convenience. I love texting my little brother, because it's one of the only ways I get a hold of him. I love that I can e-mail my great aunt in Southern Oregon at 3 a.m. without waking anyone up.
But sometimes I wonder if I'm just a slave to technology and convenience and if it owns me, rather than being at my service.