Everyone told us how great Skype was. I have friends who happily chat away between states, in other countries, across oceans and time zones. My husband and I really thought it would be cool to be able to see each and talk in real time while I was in Italy writing and he kept the home fires burning in Iowa.
We were optimistic. We were enthusiastic. The reality has been very different.
Here’s how it goes.
- Our connections show we are both on line. Yeah!
- One of us hits the call button. Ringing. The other answers. A ‘Connection Lost’ message pops up.
- We hit the call button again. Ringing. The other answers. A video shows. Connection Lost
- Upon occasion, a connection is made. A video window opens and you get to see your loved one. For two seconds. During that time the conversation consists entirely of: ‘Can you see me? – Hit your video button. – Can you hear me? – I can’t hear you. – I can hear you but can’t see you.’ Connection Lost.
One time – ONE TIME – we connected for about four minutes. I was delighted. He looked fabulous. I carried my laptop around to show him our house and garden. Hearing his voice made my day. Connection Lost.
Mary has had more success with Skype than I, but I know the above conversation so well from hearing her go through the exercise time and again. And it is a bit of a numbers game. Since she tries every day – multiple times a day – it stands to reason that she connects more often.
I have put my whole effort – along with my heart – into once or twice a week calls. Tonight I sent an advance email to my husband telling him I was not overly optimistic of our chances for success because Mary had not been successful early. He responded, “I’m underly optimistic.’
So sorry. Connection Lost.