Ah, my push-button life. I live the Jetson's Dream. I push buttons and pretty pictures pop up on the computer screen. I push some more buttons and lo! I've bought stuff that will soon be sent to me! I push more buttons. More pretty pictures, this time on the television (sometimes with help from the DVD/VCR players). A few buttons and a twist of a dial and I have dinner cooking in the crockpot. One button and the rice cooker is off and running with the addition for the crockpot dinner. One button means hot tea. Another button means warmed-up chinese food. A third button means hot popcorn for the movie I'll start with the touch of a button. Another button and dial and the dishes are washing themselves. One more dial and the clothes are washing themselves too. Two dials and now there's heat in the living room and my bedroom. A series of buttons on the telephone lets me talk to people miles away. One more button and, well, let's just say I'm not quite as lonely for a few minutes.
I love the buttons in my life. I love the life that my buttons allow me to have. I didn't even mind the button that summoned me to the front door to shoo away door-to-door solicitors today.
It did remind me, however, how much I like working on my crochet projects. It does take time. It does take practice. It does take skill. And you know what? There's automatic weaving looms, there's robotic lace-makers, there's knitting machines. But there are no crochet machines yet. And I'm fine with that.