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High-Tech Wizardry

There is not a day that goes by that I refrain from remarking how astonishing technology is. Case in point: NASA’s Artemis II space mission that recently transported four astronauts around the moon and back to earth. Safely, I might add. What an incredible achievement. The brilliance and mathematical calculations required to pull off such a feat just blow my ever-loving mind. Of course, I was glued to the TV at 8:07pm on April 10th when they successfully splashed down in the Pacific Ocean, precisely on schedule and precisely on target—two more unbelievable accomplishments. I can’t even parallel park consistently.

Like a lot of people, I followed their 10-day 695,081-mile journey via social media and various news networks, absolutely floored by the images and videos they shared with the world. I wish I could say that as a 6-year-old I was equally impressed with the Apollo 11 moon landing in 1969. But that was a long time ago, and I was probably more interested in cartoons.

Nevertheless, I am currently fascinated by such technological triumphs, especially the ones that improve our daily lives. The smartphone is a prime example—like a pocket-sized computer. And it’s almost surreal, as if we’re living a slice of the “reality” depicted on Star Trek. Aside from being able to Google literally anything imaginable, we have access to apps that allow us to do what was unthinkable just a few short decades ago. With all that is available nowadays, making a hands-free cell phone call while driving or zipping a text (while not driving) is almost pedestrian by comparison. What’s more, we’ve been able to FaceTime since 2010 and hold Zoom meetings since 2011. Thankfully my husband, who happened to be testifying in court in the basement of his mother’s house in his underwear, carried out a call and not FaceTime or Zoom. No judge or jury wants that visual.

But beyond the basics of navigating via GPS, emailing, taking, editing and airdropping photos and videos, playing music via Bluetooth, sharing contacts, jotting down extensive notes, exchanging money, shopping online, catching up on the news, checking the weather LITERALLY ANYWHERE ON THE PLANET and utilizing a calculator, flashlight and dictionary on command we can ask Siri ANYTHING. And sometimes she comes up with a reasonable answer. Confession: It does creep me out a little when I discover she’s been listening to me all along, not to mention the CIA and every business entity that curiously exposes me to their ads right after I research or mention a product. Oh well, I guess it’s a small price to pay for innovation.

Not surprisingly, I have some favorite apps, because of course I do. And I waste time on them just like everyone else. There’s the calendar app that’s automatically available on iPhones, without which I wouldn’t remember anything of importance or get anywhere on time because of its nifty alert/alarm feature that doesn’t let me forget so much as a dentist appointment. I no longer have to write down reminders in a little booklet that never fit in my purse right anyway. And I appreciate that advancement. As one might expect, I’m addicted to social media and have various accounts that I peruse routinely, much to my husband’s chagrin. A little time spent on Threads and Instagram (unless it’s doomscrolling, AI or body-shaming) can’t be all bad.

I really like the NYT Games app and our Ring app, too. It not only lets me see who is in our driveway or at the front door in real time, it also allows me to watch raccoons, possums and skunks lurking about on our deck so that I know when not to venture outside—which is good information to file away. Additionally, we have an app that conveys helpful data on the solar panels we recently installed. It has colorful graphs and an array of the individual panels that depicts exactly how each one is performing in terms of kilowatt hours. Once again, I am blown away by the technology on full display here. The basic alarm clock is nice, too.

Likewise, I’m amazed by all the bells and whistles contained within my Apple watch. It allows me to text and make calls, it counts my steps and measures my heart rate and it even “knows” if I’ve fallen and will automatically call 911 if need be. I certainly wish I had one when I crashed and burned on my skateboard in 1976.

And yes, I still obsessively stalk my people on the Find Friends app, but I track airplanes (FlightRadar24) now, too. Like a real nerd.

Welcome to my world. It’s where I live (in awe of the high-tech wizardry in our world). Visit me there at www.facebook.com/NotesFromPlanetMom. Signed books are available on Etsy at PlanetMomMarket.

Copyright 2026 Melinda L. Wentzel

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Opportunists Never Sleep

My children are opportunists. I know this much is true. Said seizing-of-the-proverbial-moment unfolded thusly.

My husband, the brood and I sat down to dinner one evening not long ago. The delectable fare was chili, I believe, sprinkled with voluminous quantities of idle conversation. Par for the course in this household.

More specifically, there was talk of tadpoles and those dastardly Bakugan toys, discussions involving loose teeth and dog breath, and naturally (NATURALLY!) there was a remarkably gruesome retelling of an Animal Planet feature on polar bears–one in which a woman was horrifically mauled at a zoo. Lovely. Just lovely. My appetite thanks you, dear offspring from hell.

What’s more, my co-ed daughter starting texting her boyfriend obsessively DURING THE MEAL. Did I mention that it was during the meal and that it was OBSESSIVE in nature? Not surprisingly, she was entirely unaware that the rest of us even existed. Translation: it was as if we had slipped in pig shit and fallen off the fucking planet. All that truly mattered was that beloved Blackberry of hers and the stupid little messages that kept popping up on her screen, making her giggle uncontrollably.

And laugh out loud.

And roll her eyes.

And fervently punch those teensy tiny keys in an effort to top the boy’s witticism in 160 characters or less.

Gag me with a spork!

At any rate, Thing One and Thing Two (my wily eight-year-old twins) took note of said heinous crime, scolding their big sister for interrupting the meal with something so completely frivolous.

“That’s reeeally annoying. You ought to stop it,” Thing One chided as she took a bite of cornbread.

“Yeah, put the cell phone away or Mom’s gonna get mad. REALLY mad,” Thing Two echoed.

Of course, the Texting Queen was totally oblivious of their impassioned demands–so absorbed was she in crafting the next 17,000 messages to the Boy Wonder.

“Hon,” I felt compelled to join the fray, “you need to stop texting. You really do. We’re trying to eat dinner here together, remember?”

“But Mom, HE keeps texting ME,” she lamely defended.

“So. Stop answering him.”

“I can’t do thaaaat. It would be rude.”

“And this isn’t rude?! Helloooo!”

“Well that’s different.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is.”

“Okay then…why don’t you tell him something catchy like, ‘STOP TEXTING ME. We’re having dinner right now and MY MOM ACTUALLY COOKED, so technically speaking that qualifies as a SPECIAL OCCASION!’?” Of course, I suggested the use of capital letters as needed.

For a time, a cloud of silence hung in the air. No one so much as chewed a morsel of food or touched a key. Everyone knew I was right. It WAS a special occasion.

Enter the opportunist…

“Mom,” Thing One tentatively offered out of the blue, “can I have some of your wine?”

“Whaaa?” I asked, completely taken aback by her request.

“You said it’s a special occasion, right?”

“Right. So???”

“So I should be able to have wine.”

Indeed, opportunists never sleep.

Planet Mom: It’s where I live (eating my words on a regular basis).

Copyright 2009 Melinda L. Wentzel

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