Monthly Archives: May 2015
Item One: The youngest Quill received his Apple Watch last Friday amidst great fanfare and excitement. I was given explicit instructions to pick him up from school, bring the Watch with all packaging intact and bring a knife to facilitate opening. As Mr. PQ has been visiting our design folks south of the border, he requested a video and Face Time presence for the grand unveiling. If there were any more geekdom going on in my car at that moment I believe it would have permanently smelled like Taco Bell and all night gaming sessions. I have to admit, affection from a 14 year old boy can be hard to come by, especially when they are in the public arena, so it does this mama’s heart good to feel the haptic heart rate of my kid pulse against my wrist, and he sends it routinely and serendipitously.
Item Two: We will be staging a contest to see who can load more Apple Watch Apps to their watch. The tie breaking round will consist of creative
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
“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