Technology is so often a turd – an unecessary complication to our lives. But yesterday, the big folks in technology land got it right.
Way back in the earlier months of this year Mr and Mrs Antman left our shores for two long years of post-doctoral research in the US of A. When they left there was only a bump in Mrs Gizo’s belly, and nothing at all in Mrs Treddly‘s.
Recently, the good people at Skype released a beta version of Video Skype for the Mac. For my Mac. Soon after that, the Antman family purchased their own personal computer for use in their own personal home. Well, one thing led to another, and yesterday happened.
Timing is a magical thing. We were set for a glorious sunny Sunday, with wonderful plans for a backyard picnic with The Treddly Family, including a super-duper happy puppy. A few hours before lunch, I got a great email from the Antman, saying that he’d just got a webcam, and that he had Skype all sorted. After a few minutes of folding sheets and general cleaning up, my cognitive cogs caught up with the information, and I had a realisation. I fired off a rapid email to the Antpeople, and formulated a plan (another small win for technology – a hasty email is legible, whereas a hasty note is a wasted scrawl of ink).
So, the Treddly Family arrived, got into the house, and there on the laptop screen were the Antpeople. It was a strange re-union, but remarkably brilliant. The Antpeople got to see HardMan Harvey, and the lump in Mrs Treddly. We got to see Antman’s stubble, and the tiny little apartment. It was all good. All of it.
Except that the bloody Antpeople had been out to see Pedro The Lion playing live and acoustically, and I had not.