Is the old, new again?

While flipping through a catalog, I noticed several thing for sale. One was a telephone handset - the kind that we had when I was a kid that had a curly cord on it - made so you could attach it to your cell phone and use that big clubby handset to talk into.  The other was a telephone with great big number buttons.  I'm thinking, we have spent countless years making every thing smaller and more efficient, and now people are selling the old stuff?  What's the deal? 
On that same subject, do you realize we have, in the last 50 years, made everything we use more efficient, all in the name of saving time.  We microwave to save cooking time. We use computers to shop, to save time.  We use cell phones and computers to transfer documents and photos, to save time. We have apps that schedule our appointments and days events, so we may be more organized and save time.  Yet, I know that today I have less time than I have ever had.  I feel like I run from the time I get up until I go to bed.  Where has all this saved up time gone?

Deer Season Widow

Ok, it's deer season. I'm happy for everyone who hunts. But this same person who can hardly get out of bed to go to work, is miraculously awakened at 3:00 a.m., bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to seize the opportunity to get a deer. I know it's exciting, and I have been similarly excited on a few occasions - Christmas as a small child, the day before my wedding, starting a new job, etc. Not once have I felt that way about walking 5 miles in the woods, in the dark, being cold, and knowing I would be sitting there for hours with nothing to eat and no bathroom. I guess I just don't get it. If only I could evoke that same excitement about painting the house or mowing the yard...
And worse than all that is each "play-by-play" I will hear at the end of each hunting day. The spot, the view, the wind, the deer that got close, but not close enough. Yet when I come home to tell some story about my day, leaving out all the intricate details, I am pretty sure he only heard every fifth word, and that is forgotten the instant I stop speaking.