For wonderment, I set it up to play one of the hundreds of songs on the drive, put it on my desk and turned it on.
This little gizmo, not a lot bigger than half a deck of cards, sounded quite good, surely good enough for my fuzzy ears.
So I went looking for the speaker.
The sound comes out of an 1/8" hole on the bottom of the gizmo.
My idea of speakers still goes back to the 60's, where anyone who had a good sound system had speakers that dominated the whole room (or car sometimes).
Then I remember Bose. I never owned one, and I don't think I have even heard one, but they claimed a new technology where they could make a small radio sound like a big one, and I concluded that that Bose add and my iPhone might well share the same technology.
Since I am not a scientist I may be all wrong on that last one, but I have pretty good hearing for an old guy and that little phone sounded really good.
I was aware of the iPhone before it was introduced.
There did not seem to be any reason to get too excited, the chance of me owning one was quite remote, but I read about them, much as I read about Porches and Buick Regals. Off budget, but intriguing!
Then suddenly I am the owner of a "state of last year's" technology.
I am not complaining. To go from a guy who never expected to own one, to a guy who has last year's version is not a bad deal. Mainly it means that when scouting the App store, I have to be a bit aware of models. Mine is the Model 3.
Talked to daughter last night, the one with the engineer/gadgeteer husband. She said when he buys a gadget she judges it's effectiveness by how long he is enamored with it! She said some gadgets keep him occupied for a whole month, and she is delighted!
She said the iPhone has kept him occupied for much longer and I can see why.
If your weakness is playing games on a computer, there are lots of them, and you can carry the game with you to church, or to the Senate. I have family living in 6 different towns. The iphone tracks the weather in each of these towns. It really doesn't matter too much to me what the weather is in Brisbane or Portland or New London, but it keeps me entertained!
My iPhone consultant (futre son in law) said to look carefully through the App store. Look for applications (small programs) that would do what you need. Download all of them. Try them all, and the ones that really won't work for you get rid of them. That is good advice for the thousands of free Apps, but there are lots of pay apps too.
A bit of care there.
But a couple weeks after I began working with this little wonder, I am finding it all sorts of useful, besides being entertaining.
I have friendships that are about to crash because of veganism.
For all of my life I have been a vegetarian (even though I had a piece of turkey for christmas dinner). I don’t know that it will lengthen my life and I doubt that the guy upstairs is all that impressed, but it is what I know and am comfortable with.
Remember me telling about an in law in law who is big into herb therapy who was convinced that he could cure my grandson of diabetes and my wife of Alzheimer’s by his genius and herbs.
Daughter will not let him do his thing with my diabetic grandson, nor would I even listen to his healing prowess. I think both are nonsense.
The guy is in his 90’s, as onery as an old rooster, and convinced that all of these herbs he injests is the secret, yet his grandmother was smoking a pipe at 105, so there is a bit of genetics there.
I suppose it comes back to “it will help if you think it will help.”
Which brings me back to veganism. I am not exactly sure (not being a shrink) what it is that makes people so missionary about the difference between being a garden variety vegetarian and an ultra vegan.
They are as convinced as my inlawinlaw that it will make them live longer and healthier. It might help if you have had a heart attack or a stroke, I don’t know, and it may just make them think they are living longer, I don’t know, but I asked that the word “vegan” not be used again in my presence.
Which means that I am on an outside roll. If they can’t talk about it, and they are like new christians in their zeal, I am muzzling them. If they do talk about it, I’ll be very uncomfortable, especially when the talk is in the “would you change if it would cure you of . . .?”
So I am an outsider, maybe going even more outside as time goes on. And, truth be told, should l accept the “gospel” of it all, I’d not tell anyone!
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.