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.