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  • Supernatural Apple Watch

    Wednesday night either is or is not the grand finale episode of the television series Supernatural, and because our teenage daughter speaks in code, I may never quite discern what prompted the flurry of texts that pulsed through my Apple Watch this afternoon. So I called.  “Mom I’m going to my friend’s house to watch the big finale of Supernatural”.  Ok that is fine, does this mean the show is ending?  “Yes, well no, well there is a season 11 but… oh mom it’s complicated.  Can you bring me…?”  Being the operational person that I am, I have learned to have the quills text me whenever they require a list of things and the list exceeds my two item memory capacity, I suggested the kid send me a list.  “Mom, it’s simple, I need my Supernatural shirt, it has wings on the back and it’s in my room.  And I need my Supernatural blanket, it’s on my bed, oh, and I need the little guy with the big black eyes on my shelf, it’s the finale so I’d better go all in.”  The stress of this request made me realize that this was the grand finale not because it was the end of the show, but it was the end of this weekly meeting of friends to watch the show as they are all headed in separate directions to college this fall.  Sentiment overwhelmed my aversion to entering my teenage children’s rooms and I initiated a hunt for the “simple” list.  The blanket was easy, because it’s big.  Digging around for the shirt underscored the reminder that I need to change my bank account password.  This kid has a lot of clothes and I believe that is a direct correlation to the fact that she knows how to transfer “gas” money into her checking account.  Daily she departs for school with a “you look cute today, where did you get that shirt?”  “Oh this? I’ve had this forever.”  It seems my daughter’s entire wardrobe pre-existed her entry upon the planet.

    “Mom, I figured out another reason I need a Apple Watch.”  Oh really, this ought to be interesting coming from our plain spoken teenage boy.  “If I had a Watch I could text you at any time during the day.  Then I could tell you my tennis match is starting, because I can’t text when I have to get on the court, then you would never miss a match.”  I like the sympathy play here, I’m just not certain it warrants a $400 watch on a 15 year old boy.

    Mr. PQ will be departing soon to meet our design partners in Mexico, with a sketch book full of ideas for Apple Watch accessories.  The Apple Watch accessory list has definitely exceeded my 2 item maximum, lot’s of great new products in the pipeline, and a shiny new whiteboard to track them all.  So, Mr. PQ is leaving, meaning for a number of days I will be completely outnumbered.  It’s a good thing Siri and I have synced our monthly cycles and we are getting along much better now.

    Kari

    Mrs PQ

  • Do you like the Apple Watch?

    “Is that an Apple Watch?”

    Yes, it is.

    “Do you like it?”

    In addition to compliments about how cute I look in my cowboy boots today, my Apple Watch is the most commented on accessory I currently own.

    Do I like it?

    My initial response is that I feel the technology is a little lost on me.  This has nothing to do with the fact that our son can rewire the space station with it and I have trouble locating the time of day.

    Do I like it?

    What I really think?

    I have decided that Apple Watch is a female; a PMS-ing female.  You can talk to her and she won’t talk back, she’s hypersensitive to how you touch her, and way too often you find yourself talking to the hand instead of her face.  There is only one solution, I need to eat more chocolate and drink more wine until it oozes from my pores and through her sensors.

    And then I need to thank her.  Because last Saturday, for the first time in my life, I locked my keys in my car, which left me staring blankly at my driver seat where my iPhone and keys lay taunting me.  Palm to forehead.  But then it occurred to me that the Apple Watch has a phone calling capability and as the NASA wannabe son was with me, we used the Watch to call Mr. PQ for help.  (Unlike Black Widow critics, I am perfectly comfortable being a damsel in distress)  Mr. PQ is not terribly accustomed to distress calls from me, and likely fell over when he noted the call was coming from the Watch.  This is the only explanation I have for why he suggested I call a locksmith.  There is a fighting chance I’d still be standing in the parking lot if it was up to me to summon help via that device.  I suggested Mr. PQ might want to make that phone call for me if he didn’t want to spend the next several nights sleeping on the couch, and that snipe has nothing to do with the Costco-size bottle of Midol currently sitting on my desk.

    He called, the locksmith arrived, and 45 seconds and $180 later my door was opened.  What a country we live in when you can make $180 an hour breaking into cars.

    On the bright side, I have figured out how to use the Watch for heart rate training and remain remarkably impressed by the health applications I foresee, just don’t ask me for the time.

    Kari

    Mrs PQ

  • Mrs PQ gets the first Apple Watch

    It’s Mrs. PQ’s birthday today or, in other words, the annual rite of acknowledging I have the activity level of a 30 year old, the body of a dinged up 40 year old and the mind of a 92 year old.  Which explains why I’ve begun referring to myself in third persona.

    If it were up to me, we would be offering a 47% discount on every product purchased today, especially our Apple Watch Stand and Catchall for Apple Watch, but Mr. PQ has already lost enough hair trying to teach me to use my Watch that arrived upon my doorstop yesterday afternoon at 3:57pm. (Not that Mr. PQ was paying attention or anything).  You see, Apple must surely love me better and thus explains why my watch arrived before Mr. PQ’s.

    Allow me to set the scene:  As Mr. PQ was across the city on errands with the youngest kid, every other kid, including the adopted neighbor kids, were notified to be on the lookout for the Big Brown Truck.  I think for humor’s sake alone, numerous people wanted to be in audience for this grand unveiling, knowing full well that my reactions would be rich fodder for tweets and texts titled, “OMG, Mom! R U Serious?”  I believe the Oldest Quill has a blog entitled, I can’t believe the s@*% my mom says”. However, as Mr. PQ and I needed some quality time, we bought a bottle of wine and decided to wait until the kids were in bed to commence with the experience.

    Suffice to say, once I had rambled my way through the unpacking experience and began trying to figure the Apple Watch out, Mr. PQ was ready to switch to bourbon, straight up.  I insisted on attacking this like the plebe I am, seeing how much I could manage to figure out on my own.  Five minutes later, and Mr. PQ physically restraining himself, my Apple Watch blinked awake.  Pardon me for thinking the turn on switch should be the long narrow button by the knob.

    Then, for your iPhone to sync to your watch, you need to “take a picture of the Watch face”.    Apparently, this requires lighting on magnitude of the sun, so I allowed Mr. PQ to complete this step while I sipped my wine.  Since he is pretty cute when he is geeking out, it appealed to me to give way and let him walk me through the remainder of the set up.  He was cautious in trying to coach me verbally, and when our Watch vocabulary synced, I was deftly able to rotate the crown to navigate the home screen.  The whole scene was reminiscent of the Dad in “A Christmas Story” delighting in Ralphie’s newly opened Red Ryder BB Gun with the compass in the stock, except Ralphie didn’t kiss his dad in thanks.

    I have now sent my heartbeat to Mr. PQ and god only knows what strangers, I’ve fulfilled my Dick Tracy fantasies of my youth, talking to my watch to communicate and I’ve come to understand the most magical part of the Apple Watch is that you can set time forward by 7 minutes so you always feel on time for everything.  (yes, my clock setting fetish drives my family crazy).  The awesome thing here though, is that your alarms know the real time, so you actually can be on time for everything and have the added euphoria of being early.

    This great company Pad and Quill, has compelled me to become an early adapter of Apple technology, while it isn’t always a euphoric experience, it certainly is an entertaining one.

    Kari

    Mrs PQ

  • The Beauty of Earth

    Wednesday was Earth Day which  has always struck me as a rather panicked holiday, somewhat akin to Apple Watch Delivery Day.  As of 3:03 am Mr. PQ has not received his golden ticket of specific delivery date goodness.  The vixen in me so relishes the possibility of my Apple Watch arriving before his.  I’d likely just leave it unopened on the corner of my desk for several hours and watch his hair fall to the ground in chunks.

    But I digress.  I love the month of April here in Minnesota.  All things nature that slumbered through winter begin to awaken and dress in their summer clothes.  Having been battered by six months of blistering cold temperatures, some years without nature’s blanket of snow to protect them, other years oppressed by a concrete like slab of the stuff, I marvel at the tenacity of the more  fragile lifeforms that emerge for another growing season.  As a person who spends as much time in the outdoors as I possibly can, I have empathy for urban dwellers who incarcerate themselves inside steel and glass for the majority of their waking hours.  They awaken on April 22nd with an alert on their iPhone 6 reminding them it is Earth Day and a sense of panic sets upon them not unlike that feeling when you wake up the day after your mother’s birthday and realize you forgot to send a card.  “It’s Earth Day, I know it’s important, but I don’t know what to do!”  So they go to the google and find a link to buy a tree to save their Mother.

    For us land dwellers every day is Earth Day.  A celebration of the dynamic tension between the fragile and the formidable, the resilient and the restive.  We love the earth for it’s diversity and it’s splendor, for the stories that it writes across it’s sky and for the beauty it brings to our daily lives.  And of course this passion drives us in the design of products we bring to you.  The Luxury Pocket Stand for Apple Watch is one such example.  A magnificent celebration of American Cherry, American Walnut and African Mahogany. Now if only the damn Watch would arrive we could move forward with production. #firstworldproblems

    Kari

    Mrs PQ

  • Why not to get an Apple Watch

    Contrary to Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the answer to the universe is no longer 42, the new answer is Apple Watch.  At least this is the conclusion the myriad of alarms sounding across my many Apple devices is driving me toward.  The new universal question should be, what color wood Pad & Quill Stand for Apple Watch should I purchase to complete my new horologic experience, Mahogany or Cherry?  It seems the universal question within the tech world is whether Apple Watch will really be that big of a thing.

    “It’s just a ploy to sell more iPhone 6 and 6P.” That’s a bad thing?  Not for our many Apple Store reps and techies who like their jobs and the great peripherals like Macworld.com, 9to5mac.com, MacRumors.com and others.

    “It’s going to go flat with such a short battery life” (The Stand for Apple Watch makes that an awesome inconvenience).

    “People just don’t wear watches anymore.” Well it’s high time we get our noses out of our iPhones and Apple Watch facilitates this fluidly.

    Finally, Boomers abound who grew up watching our heroes like Batman, Dick Tracy, and James Bond fight for world peace with the aid of a multifunctional time piece.  As Tim Cook said, he’s been waiting to talk into a watch since he was ten.  He is not alone in that.

    However, if waking up in the middle of the night to stand in a virtual line in your jammies doesn’t excite you, then click over to Pad  & Quill and take a look at our new Valet Sleeve and Timber Case for iPhone 6 and 6 plus.

    Here’s a little preview:

    How much wood would a woodchuck chuck….?  Frankly, up here in MN we leave the chucking to the beavers and the selection of our premium hardwoods to our craftsmen.  The Timbercase for iPhone 6 (or iPhone 6 plus) is conscientiously crafted from locally sourced cherry and hickory woods.  Because Mrs. PQ would be quick to advise, when it comes to iPhones and woods it’s best not to be caught completely naked.

    Mrs PQ

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