web panic

My mom is not a friendly Internet user. All the buttons in a webpage are actually a deadly trap for her, hiding some virus or God knows what. But she does her best to understand how email works as we have a new and interesting project on going. I need her knitting skills for a while; yep, sure, I’m a bad daughter, I take advantage of my mom. Well, since my dad died, she didn’t have many projects to get deeply involved and forget the pain. It’s a form of therapy that sometimes works with people having gone through this type of trauma (it didn’t work for me…). In my mom’s case, it works.

So, this afternoon, I’m stuck with my mom on the phone, explaining her how to access her email in order to see some knitting projects I have in mind. Wish me luck