Age of 'out of touch'

My iphone is amazing.  I feel that the government should just pass them out to people.  For free.  Then just watch the world change.  There's a flippin app for EVERYTHING.  If I want to know my horoscope, the best trigger point for plantar fasciitis, my ESPN dream team, or even a tutorial for my next move on my chess game....I have it available. Incredible.   And it's overwhelmingly overwhelming. 

The other night I went on my usual walk the dog, bike the boy routine.  It starts with an argument over wearing a helmet and ends with inevitable glorious sleep before we are through with the chosen book.  I love these routines more than life itself. 

Two nights ago in particular, was very extraordinary not just because it's a beautiful pasttime with my child, but because of the epiphone at hand.  We (he) were skateboarding in the neighbor's far superior driveway while I caught up on a little of my yoga...under a full moon.  My dog kept my son herded out of the street instinctively keeping his daredevil ways in check.  The air was cool and comfortable.  The lake glistened.  Sounds of 5 year old laughter and cheap rollerskate wheels on concrete were the only lovely distractions from my tired Mom nirvana. 

.....And I realized something.  In the age of information with everything at my fingertips, there was little that TRULY made me feel like I was in heaven compared to this routine evening.  Little that kept me in touch with the surroundings and information which move me the most.  There's simply no app for that.....