I jumped out of bed today at 6.10 am feeling optimistic and unusually ebullient. I ground some fresh coffee beans bought at Aldi’s labelled as ‘Fair Trade’ coffee. Fair trade means not manufactured or grown by workers paid a miserable two dollars a day. I put the water on to boil on the gas. I am still gushing over having got rid of the electric kettle helping to reduce the burning of dirty coal which in Australia makes us the biggest Co2 polluters per capita in the world. At least, the ‘fair trade’ coffee with water boiled on gas instead of electricity will just have to do and ease me into the morning without too much further soul searching.
The water kettle I now use even has a whistle. I always loved a whistling kettle as I do a ticking clock. The clock I grew up with had loud ticking and chimed every half hour. It had to be wound up once a month. My dad’s job was the winding of the clock. Whenever there were complaints of dad not doing enough domestic stuff, he would reply; ” yes but who does the winding-up of the clock around this household?” He made it sound as if he was building an airport or an oilrig in Antarctica.
There was a large key with a square hole that fitted around the square pin that wound up a large spring driving the mechanical part of the clock. Amazing invention really.The romance has gone out of time pieces now as it has out of the simple telephone. Remember the comforting sound of a slow ringing telephone? Today, over twelve million people a year get hit by trucks, cars, trains and other modes of vehicles while staring at their mobile devices. I wish I knew what people are so busy with on their mobile phones. What urgent messages are being ‘downloaded’ when crossing the road or jumping on trains, catching aeroplanes. Do people check their text messages when having sex? Is texting in public proof of being part of the world, being busy and engaged with whatever stuff that is going on, being alive?
I have a mobile phone but for some reason I fear its insistent ringing. I get all tense and apprehensive. The television script writers now routinely have strange buzzing or vibrating sounding phones going off in the dark, thus adding a mysterious tension to the murder story- thriller. They are onto the fact that mobile devices going off in films increase ratings enormously. They do seem to install a kind of nervous expectation and rising excitement in the story. A bit like canned laughter in comedies.
There is something wrong to have a world where so much depends on answering or texting, downloading all the messages that one might have missed. I have withdrawn message service as a first step to try and go without it. I have also given back my E-Tablet after it swallowed my sim-card and I was unable to retrieve it. The marital tension it caused just trying to set it up. It almost came to blows 😉 Aldi is fantastic with the sixty day money back guarantee. I happily stuck my $ 249.00 back in the wallet. Never again another gadget. Perhaps a new electric coffee grinder or juice extractor but no more phones, smart or otherwise, with or without Apps.
Only last week, during watching American Hustles in the cinema, our mobile phone went off. A very embarrassing moment. I quickly pressed the red button that stops answering. I don’t know how to switch off the phone. I studied the booklet and push the ‘switch’ button but it doesn’t switch off. Anyway, we rarely get a call. Ten minutes later during the same film, another call. Again I pushed the red button. After the third call, I left. Not easy leaving a row of patrons keen to watch a movie. The polite way and good etiquette is to face the patrons…but I feel a bit funny passing by with my pant’s zipper inches from their keen faces, almost like an indecent offering. Passing the other way is not much better with your bum even closer to their faces. Anyway, the movie wasn’t much good. H stayed behind because the phone is always in my pocket. Women are clever they don’t have pockets. It was so embarrassing.
In the meantime my coffee has now settled, ready to be poured.