The Colonel is, among his manifold challenges, technologically so.
He is particularly challenged with regard to understanding the how to, not to mention the need for, anything preceded by the lower case letter i.
About three years ago, the Colonel shook off the shackles of time and constant connectivity and has since refused to wear a watch or carry a cell phone.
He hasn't missed either for a slow country second.
Of course, closely surrounded by friends and family so shackled, the Colonel has ample access to the current time and rarely remains truly unreachable. Still, there is a palpable feeling of freedom gained by marking time by the sun and the grumble of one's stomach.
The Colonel has almost reached the point at which someone constantly pulling out a cell phone no longer annoys him...
...the emotion is much closer to disgust.
So, it was with no small measure of mixed surprise and chagrin that the Colonel opened a present Christmas morn, marked from his family, to find, of all things...
Yeah, it's cool, and the Colonel is very touched -- perhaps most touched by the loving sentiments engraved on the back -- but, now he's one of those people.
Just how is the Colonel supposed to maintain his curmudgeon cred once the word gets out that he is a closet technophile?
And, now he has to constantly wash his hands else the grimy good earth of the Colonel's vast holdings here at the shallow northern end of deep southern nowhere transfer to the touch screen.
Oh, the shame!
No self-respecting farmer/sawyer/chicken-herdsman is ever seen in public with clean hands.
Did find a good board-foot calculator app, though. And, the local weather app is useful. Oh, and there's an app that tells the Colonel the best planting times for the crops he intends to grow later this year.
Still looking for the app that will harvest, clean, and can the prodigious produce the Colonel expects from his burgeoning garden plots.
The Colonel hasn't disposed of his PC and 3D keyboard just yet. He'll probably maintain at least that curmudgeonly customary link with his past.
Old habits do die hard.
It took the Colonel a long time, during his transition from typewriter to word processor, to learn not to use white-out on his computer screen.
Is there an app for removing axle grease from the touch screen?