Life Automated

Recently my daughter and son in law gave me one of those coffee pots with a timer. I set it the night before, and voila, coffee in the morning when I wake up. Coffee waiting for me when I return from my morning walk. The smell of fresh coffee waking me up on the weekend. It's amazing. I start my day with a hot cup of coffee prepared for me, waiting, I'm greeted by my fresh original roast Maxwell house in my favorite mug. For a brief moment in the morning, I'm being waited on. Cared for. Looked after. Timers are my new best friend. coffee in the am... set the timer. Dinner waiting for you when you come home from work, fire up the crock pot. Lights on, timers. Warm up the house before you get out of bed, program the thermostat. Basically, I'm being totally cared for and looked after by merely pushing a few buttons. No wonder men have such a hard time these days finding their place with women, the basics are taken care of, suddenly one has to begin to deliver on a whole new level. The functionality of a man has been replaced by programing. Gone are the days of impressing a woman by making her coffee in the morning. Done. The world of automation has demanded one impress in other ways. Like, oh my goodness... by having a personality. Now there's a challenge.

There may still be hope however, I've yet to figure out a way to get my trash rolled out to the street via an automated system. perhaps there's still room for a man after all.