I’d like to think that the technology we had 20 years ago and still enjoy today would still be relevant 20 years from now.
Two decades ago, I was turning 30. While it’s true that there have been drastic changes in the world since then, in my mind, that’s practically yesterday.
Still, there are many things that we use now, used then, and used even two decades before then. Let me look farther back. For instance, we had ballpoint pens in 1986 and 2006. The same is true for bicycles, gas ranges, electric fans, and escalators. They all still work pretty much the same in 2026.
These items today may be fancier and carry a few more advanced bells and whistles, but the technology is still pretty much the same. I expect the same will be the case in 2046.
I’ll be turning 70 then if I’m still alive. I hate to think of such a time. I’m kind of still in denial about where I’m at now. It is my hope that the Divine Rapture will have happened by then. And, yes, I’m from a denomination that subscribes to this belief.
That answers the actual prompt. Let me discuss something else, a technology that was very much relevant in 1986, when I was ten years old (although I was really mostly just nine for the better part of the year, having been born in November) and sadly went the way of the dodo by the time I was 30 years old.
At ten, I was dreaming of becoming a writer, living in Greenwich Village, pounding away bestselling stories on a trusty old typewriter (honestly, my dad was already using a word processor in the ’80s, I think, but typewriters were still very much ubiquitous), drinking copious cups of coffee(! – big deal cuz not allowed at 10) past midnight(! – same, my bedtime would have been 8-9pm), while listening to my neighbor play the saxophone.
I’ve already mentioned this girlhood dream twice before. I don’t think I’ll be shutting up about it anytime soon. Like I said in the past, that particular dream never happened because typewriters became obsolete sometime before I turned 20.
As for Greenwich Village, that would have been for me in my early 20s. I got married when I was 28, pushed out my first child while I was also pushing 30. By then, the dream had already changed. I was already all about homesteading in the mountains.
The dream that has never changed from when I was ten years old to this point, forty years later, is to become a bestselling author. The dream to write did happen. I wrote stuff I didn’t care about for money. I wrote stories I cared about for peanuts. Still, I did become a writer. Now, I just need to write something that will give me the big bucks.
No, I don’t want fame. I just want the moolah and the private acknowledgment that I do have the chops in spades. That’s why I’m going to segue into promoting my latest book on Kindle. Here it is, folks! Just a dollar (American). Just a little over PhP60, maybe even lower, should the peso ever become stronger. It’s even free to read if you’re on Kindle Unlimited! Be a friend and give it some love, please!
However, the arrival of a reformed nemesis, along with his alleged claim to Molly’s beloved basset hound, threatens to disrupt her cozy little world.
She doesn’t know what to do with Luke’s proffered friendship. Can she even trust it? Then again, was she really not lonely in her solitary existence? What would be the consequences of opening her heart and life to someone who had once been unkind to her?
I suck at marketing and social networking, so all I’m putting in is just a pathetic hard-sell tactic on my recently dormant blog. I’m waking it up, though. It’s just a fascinating time right now, and I haven’t been in the mood to eke out articles or blog posts, but I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things.
That’s it for now. Have a great one!
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