This past week or so, I have been handed a tether to work. I now carry their cell phone rather than the one I am still paying for monthly. I also have a laptop with a webcam. The one we have at home, paid for, does not have a webcam but the iMac does. Said laptop also has a Verizon cellular modem. Did I mention that the Blackberry (BB) is through AT&T. Good thing. I can still call Suzanne and Geoff on the plan I pay for without adding to "used" minutes. My BB is unlimited but the plan I pay for is not.
So the Sony-Ericcson I pay for has a built in radio and counts my steps for me all day long. The BB cannot do FM let alone streaming radio, so no KERA or KEMC on the fly. I have yet to find a pedometer for the BB. The health fair at work passed out analog pedometers of a much better quality than a year or so ago. I can get Pandora, but they cut me off at 40 hours per month. KERA doesn't even do that. Guess what I listened to while I worked on the garage door opener (see below)? I listened to KERA using the Sony-Ericsson.
Speaking of tracking my walks, I have given up on the Nike+ system. I don't know if the receivers were bad, my arch is too high, or the shoes have the wrong insoles, but my walk the other night was all off. I was well past the 1/2 mile mark when the voice told me "1/2 mile completed." Each lap is about 1.3 miles. First lap was .94 according to the iPod. (No, I cannot imagine taking an iPad for a walk). Before I was half way through the second lap, I shut down the Nike+ stuff, too messy. At 20 bucks a pop, I am not going to try a new receiver each time the system burps. I have the Sony and the analog. What I don't have is an automatic way to track my progress. I guess I could put it all in a spreadsheet if it really mattered, which it doesn't.
See below: I think it was before we dashed up to Montana to celebrate Dad's passing that the garage door opener broke. Okay, before I broke the garage door opener. Often enough to fool me, the door would sometimes not open all the way. Push button down, push button back up. This time the up and down ritual did not work. When I got in the garage, I found that someone had almost locked the door. We have never turned that handle. Must have been some neighborhood alley walker.
Bob and I finally got to the store to buy a new one. He helped me get the old one down--mounting hardware and all--and get the new one up. Then I hit the wall. I could not get the sensors lined up. The manual told me that a blinking sensor indicated bad wiring or misaligned sensors. The wiring was right. Two days, a purchased laser pointer, many "Christopher" words and no luck. Back to the beginning. Since I had reused the old wiring, I double checked. Red here and black there. Oops. The new black is the old red. Switch the wires and Bingo! I am avoiding the 30° weather today, but I still need to adjust the down limit so the door with auto back up when it hits a something that is in the way of the set down limit. At least Suzanne's car is in the garage. Mine will have to wait the sorting out of the stuff that is no longer in the house.
Oh, the watch. Before Suzanne and I left Billings, we were talking about watches with Pete. "I am tired of pulling out my phone to check the time. I guess I need to start wearing a watch again." Pete disappears and comes back a moment later. "Here, I never wear watches." he says handing me Dad's most recent watch. Not only does it have value far beyond its price, it was Dad's. Dad was a gadget guy. This watch phones home in Fort Collins several times a day to adjust itself. Now I have no excuse being late. Yes, I picked up one of his caps from the closet too. I need to protect the places that once had hair or I will be joining Matt at the dermatologist having stuff removed.
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