Grandma tells me ever so often about her “working girl” days. She said that there was a sign in the factory that said. “One day you may be replaced by a robot.”
In Japan, they are working on developing a caregiver robot. I feel quite irritated and the thought of a robot taking care of Gram, even though with my family we had never put anyone in a home. No one else knows and can handle her temperaments like I can. I can see Grandma taking a baseball bat it it if they arrive with a cracked egg or mashed bread.
Maybe because I’m right in the sauce too, it also is biasing my views.
