I Might Be Addicted . . .

Kevin and I spent last week on a cruise ship siteseeing in various ports of Alaska. The cruise ship, all about profits, insisted its passengers pay many hundreds of dollars for the use of their internet and phone connections. 


Since we could not connect to our own server, and we refused to pay the high price offered by the cruise line, we spent the week basically staying away from the internet. The first three days were the hardest for me, then I started to get used to it or so I thought.


We took some computer classes offered by Microsoft on board ship. It was in the class, that my carnal senses took over.  When I began to plunk on the computer keys, my fingers automatically tried to get onto the internet . The instructor caught me and I felt somewhat scolded. Not that he had told us not to, but I pretty well knew it wouldn't be allowed. 


I thought I was cured but I guess a few days wasn't long enough away from my addiction.


A friend of mine sent me this poem a while back. It didn't apply to me until now. 

The computer swallowed Grandma,

Yes, honestly it’s true!

She pressed 'control and 'enter'

And disappeared from view.

It devoured her completely,

The thought just makes me squirm.

She must have caught a virus

Or been eaten by a worm.

I've searched through the recycle bin

And files of every kind;

I've even used the Internet,

But nothing did I find.

In desperation, I asked Mr. Google

My searches to refine.

The reply from him was negative,

Not a thing was found 'online.

So, if inside your 'Inbox,'

My Grandma you should see,

Please 'Copy, Scan' and 'Paste' her,

And send her back to me.