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Conversations With My Watch
I have one of those smart watches. It is connected to my smart phone and does all kinds of things. Both my watch and my phone are smarter than I am. So be it. But sometimes I wonder just how this is supposed to work.
Conversation 1: I’m sewing along, making a tote bag or something. While working on the handles, I sew a length of fabric into a tube and need to turn it right side out. I have most of it turned, but flick my wrist (the one wearing the watch) to get the last little bit turned out.
I hear a noise. It sounds really different. Is it the television? I mute the TV. The noise continues.
It is my sewing machine? I lean forward, my ear to the body of the machine. No, it’s not from there.
It’s my watch, trying to get my attention.
Watch: Did you fall?
Me: No, I didn’t fall.
Watch: Are you sure? Because if you fell, I can send help.
Me: No, I didn’t fall. I’m sitting down.
Watch: You’re okay, then? You don’t need me to call anyone?
Me: No, I’m fine.
Watch: Okay. Take care.
Well, that was interesting. And life goes on.
Conversation 2: I’m out walking around the yard, not really fast, but a bit speedier than a mosey. Somehow I manage to insert my foot under a length of grass that has rooted itself in two separate places. It asserts its dominance, barring my foot’s passage, causing me to lose my balance, and I fall.
Nothing happens. I look at my watch.
Me: Hey, Watch, I fell.
Watch: No, you didn’t.
Me: Did so.
Watch: Did not.
Me: But I fell! I hurt my hands and knees!
Watch: Oh, knock it off.
Me: I think I’m going to cry. [Sniffles]
Watch: Don’t be such a big baby.
Me: I thought you cared about me.
Watch: Oh, boo-hoo. Now, get back up and start walking again. We’re wasting time here.
Me: Ah-ha! So you know I fell!
Watch: Do you want me to end this activity session or not?
Me: No, let’s go.
Watch: [Scrolls a “rolled eyes” emoji across the watch screen.]
Me: I saw that.
Watch (whispering): Slacker!
Smart watch, indeed. More like smart aleck watch.
Two Decorative Boxes
January 15th. Seventy-one degrees. Too hot.
Surely there is some way I can work this door into a crime/mystery story.
Thursday is for doors over at Norm 2.0.