I Fingered It Out

Last week I told my wife there was a gift she could buy me for our upcoming anniversary, a stylus for my iPad.  When using a whiteboard application it's really a necessary item.  She gave it to me Friday morning (our 17th Anniversary) and I gave her an it's-in-the-mail gift in response.  Love you babe!

Today I caught Bird using it while playing her backgammon game.

Are you using my stylus?

Yeah.

You like it?

Yes, it works good for this and besides, my finger doesn't get so sore [as she repeats a poking motion with her finger at the screen]

Here is where my brain kicks in screaming with the possible rebuttals to what I've just witnessed.  I imagined my childhood and a scene in one of those Saturday morning cartoons that I have continually come back to over the course of my life.  I recall George Jetson sitting at his desk at work holding up his hand with a swollen and throbbing red finger saying, "Ooh my aching button finger!"

Now wait a second.  You're telling me you like that your George-Jetson-aching-button-finger doesn't hurt so much?

Yeah.

I was unable to utter another word on the matter...  I think I was trying to understand how the creators of the Jetsons could envision such a world in which automation and mechanization had become integral parts of our future but could leave out something as simple as a finger replacement.  I settled with myself that they had to leave some things out on purpose in order to have material to build a show.  Thus altering the course of my very life.  It's mind blowing.  ...Yeah, that was it.  It's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I never actually believed it would come to this but here we are living at a time when my-aching-button-finger is a true possibility.  And in retrospect what my wife has truly given me for our anniversary is introspection on myself and the world we currently live in - in a word it's, priceless.