Watch Over Me
I don’t know that I’ll ever appreciate receiving jewelry for the holidays, Fruit Loop necklaces notwithstanding, as I tend to be an accessory minimalist. One might think this makes for a happy Mr. PQ because he would be walking around with more money and all, but that would be wrong. Mrs. PQ has a sturdy handful of hobbies for which expensive and fancy accessories are indispensable (i.e. the Smartfind Plus or Globalfix GPS beacons). This has absolutely nothing to do with a young Quill leaving the bow of the canoe in the lake, not understanding that the waves softly lapping against said canoe will continue lapping until they have pulled the canoe out into the lake and sunk it. I have a loud yell, but it is not 10-miles-across-the-wilderness loud.
There is one item that might nudge me toward giving jewelry for the holidays; again, for my own self-preservation. There is a daughter Quill who might routinely sneak off with my Apple Watch. She loves to track her heart as she races around the local park with the PQ Pup.
As I noted back in March when the Watch was first announced, it wasn’t the elucidation of metallurgy and horology delineated in the dulcet tones of Jony Ive that peaked my interest. Nor was it the sleek, intuitive nature of the software engineering that caused me to dive headlong into the Apple Watch pool.
What this mom, naturalist, personal trainer, traveler, wife and friend found most appealing was the heart of the Watch. Whether that be the sweet thump, thump, thump of my 15-year-old reaching out to his mom in the middle of the day or the internal cheer of success when my activity rings inform me that I’ve met or exceeded my heart rate goals. Vanity aside, I’m fighting a strong family history of hypertension and heart disease and physical activity is one of the greatest assets I have in my corner.
My Watch keeps me more intuitively connected to my heart health and more intimately connected to the people I love. The latter is of particular value as Mr. PQ travels once again to an Apple product conference, and I feel as though I’ve left my heart in San Francisco. At least he’ll only be a thump thump thump away this time.
