Friday, September 17, 2021

A Confession


I resisted getting a smartwatch. The more the FutureLawyer extolled the virtues of smartwatches, the more I admired the beauty of my Seiko kinetic watch. From the standpoint of beauty, my Seiko is not equaled by any smartwatch on the planet.

But then I figured that I could benefit from the health features of a good smartwatch. During a false start with a minor smartwatch - which I returned - I consulted the Sage of South Florida, who owns more smartwatches  than - to borrow an old expression - Carter has pills. After learning that I'd committed the sin of getting an iPhone, he sighed for a while then made an important observation. I'm paraphrasing here but he muttered that it would be easier to transfer everything from my iPhone to an Apple smartwatch.

He could not bring himself to utter the word "Apple" but I know what he meant.

And so I pondered.

Being somewhat impatient and seeking simplicity, I finally got an Apple smartwatch. To my surprise, I really like it. Knowing about health and emails and texts is one thing, but the best feature, oddly enough, has been the Dick Tracy feature: being able to make and receive phone calls from my watch. 

That may sound minor but on several occasions, I have learned about important calls which I would have missed if I had not been able to glance at my wrist and see the number. Missing those calls would have greatly complicated my day if not the order of the universe.

Do I like the look? It's okay.

Are there androids that are prettier? Undoubtedly.

Is the wristband dorky? You bet.

Does the watch do what I want it to do? Definitely.

And that last point wins the day.

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