Resistant to Change


I have become resistant to change. I may find this scarier than change itself.

I remember my grandparents getting stuck in their ways. One granddad refused to wear pants with pleats. You could not find a nonpleated pair in town so he had his suits hand tailored.

I’m the opposite. I love my pleats! They’re roomy and comfortable. I can fit my phone, a kid’s phone, wallet, business cards, keys and my glasses in orifices around the circumference of my hips and still have room to spare. Nonpleats are in and yet, I hate ‘em.

My other granddad didn’t want to watch anything on TV but Andy Griffith and I Love Lucy reruns. My grandmother would enter the room and yell, “Spurgeon! Turn the channel. The kids don’t want to see that junk!”

“Oh Ivy, they love it!”

It wasn’t that bad, but I wouldn’t say we loved it. I too find a Seinfeld episode much more invigorating than Dog with a Blog, my youngest kid’s favorite.

But it wasn’t TV last week that let me know I was stuck. It was my recurring fear of technological updates.

I received an email from Bart, he takes care of all mobile phones at the Y. His message was upbeat: New iPhones have arrived! Come by my office to pick yours up!

As others jumped from their desks to rush his office, I reached for my trashcan. A wave of nausea came over me.

There are people who spend nights in tents for the glory of owning a new technological apparatus. For me, this announcement means weeks, perhaps even months, of strife: new tool bars, Candy Crush and Taylor Swift mysteriously missing, my Outlook calendar organized in list fashion versus boxed calendar day. It was almost more than I could take.

I don’t want a new phone. I just want my old one to hold a charge for more than three hours.

At 4 PM I meandered to Barts’s side of the building. I paced in front of the IT department’s door. A fellow employee popped out from the office kitchen.

“Danny, you need something?”


“It’s the phone isn’t it?”

My brow furrowed, I confessed: “I’m frightened. You know what happened the last time we had an upgrade.”

“You’ve got to let that go. We were able to recover most of the data on the server.”

He put his arm around my shoulder and guided me inside.

Bart was on his way out but slowly walked through the steps to back up my old information in the clouds. Apparently I was not utilizing this atmospheric support.

I took my old dandy back to my desk and plugged it into my computer. I clicked on iTunes and began the process of updating my 5S. I’d never done that before. At some point it asked me to enter a password. I punched in four numbers that were meaningful to me. I thought I was perhaps unlocking something that had been set up before.

When I was finished, I unplugged my 5 ready to access it for the last time. What I realized was that I had actually locked myself out.

I panicked. Oh Lord, please help me.

I was flustered. I went to YouTube and clicked on a video entitled Removing a Password from your iPhone 5.

I clicked play and began to follow the instructions of the hipster who was narrating the show.

“Plug your iPhone up to your computer.”

“Press the power button at the top of your phone while also pressing the control button at the bottom of your phone.”

I listened intently doing exactly as he instructed.

My phone was responding just as the one on the screen.

About half way through his demo, he said, “This will fully clear all contents from your phone, and you’ll be ready to start from scratch.”

Say what, say what? From scratch? I don’t want to start from scratch. I’m not even in the clouds yet!

And like that, all of my contents – my songs and my photos, my apps and my Outlook, the history of text messages, and all my saved messages were gone – for good. I felt like I’d been sucker punched.

Sometimes you get to an age that Andy Griffith is OK. I like pleats. Seinfeld is funny. And a working phone, with all of your stuff, is sometimes more appealing than a new one.


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  1. Pam

     /  November 12, 2014

    Funny! I was thinking about grandmama Ham yesterday….only wanting a can of hairspray for Christmas. I am getting a lot like her and don’t need any more stuff:)

  2. Mom

     /  November 12, 2014

    That’s funny! I lost info with my old phone transfer to the new one this past fall. It’s maddening! We are now having internet problems. Every morning when I try to check my email, it just quits! Inanimate objects are supposed to obey. I bought the dumb thing. I own it. It’s supposed to do what I tell it to do! I have a lot of patience stored up to deal with people….none for these objects that help us cruse through life “so expertly”. I’d take less expertise and more accurate response to my commands if I had any choice!

  3. I just relieved a new battery for my S2. I’ve had it since 2011 and it is perfectly fine. So yeah, I feel ya.

  4. Aunt Susan

     /  November 12, 2014

    oh yeah, I agree with your mom, I had to “upgrade” to an 8 and despise it almost much as it hates me. I want my old one, the 7, and I refuse to change phones. it is not progress, and none of them listen to me!

  5. wondersreviews

     /  November 13, 2014

    Sorry that you lost the data !
    I kept my 4 for years ! At the end it was soooo slow ! And i had too much pictures on it that the stockage was full !
    I forget The code, kept it runing for a year trying from time to time to find the code but still cant, and then my DH reset it.
    Now i’m using a 5, my DH set a code, i still dont remember it, lol, but at least he knows. XD
    I orderded the 6+, still waiting.
    I’m confused with apple’s this and that fonctions and codes. I hope to keep the 6+ as long as possible and keep in mind The code i’ll set on it, too much truble with that !

    It’s anoying to change but phone and computers are stuffs that you cannot keep for a life time. And sometimes, there are too much mess on them that you just feel fresh to make a new start.

  6. I still have a flip phone and I am happy with it. My 14 year old son likes Andy Griffith and also Adam-12 on Netflix, and we have trouble getting him interested in new shows. Not everyone enjoys change to the same degree!


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