I watched my husband texting in snail speed -due to the one-finger-search-system he uses on any keyboard- and so I interfered. Helpful, as only loving spouses can be, I showed him the little microphone on his phone, and asked him to use it.
“Speak what you want to say, and the phone will write it for you,” I explained and with that I gently pushed him into the 21st century. A short while later he started using it and I could hear him speak his texts. Small mishaps happen both ways. Either we type and auto-correct takes over or we speak and can’t be understood. Tomato or Tomatoes -who cares?
A few nights ago our house felt cold and I gave our thermostat an angry look from across the room. “Do your job, put the temperature on fricking 70,” I joked and of course nothing happened. However, it must have confused my husband.
He got up, put his mouth close to the thermostat and with a firm voice he said, “70 degrees, please.” Gosh, I love that man!
“Hon, it’s still our old thermostat, you will have to program it manually,” I said with a shaky voice, trying to hold back laughter almost killed me. He pressed numerous buttons, then he gave up and left it up to me. When did everything technical in our home became my territory?
Technology sure has come far.
After months of research, I finally found the one and only dog-proof trashcan for our kitchen and while I didn’t want to spend that much money, I ordered it anyway.
A new shiny, touch-less trashcan which -hold your horses- opens and closes the lid automatically, all controlled by a motion sensor, is now the star in our kitchen. A quick movement with my hand over the lid and it opens quietly and closes a few seconds later almost noiseless. It is trash-heaven!
We got quickly used to it and our dogs, even after intensive studies, haven’t figured it out (yet) and the way it looks like they have given up -for the moment. Needless to say, I am in love with a trash can and left a very rare 5-star review full of praises -mainly for dog owners.
In the same corner of the kitchen, right above our trashcan, sits our coffee maker, and just the other night I caught myself moving my hand over the lid when I tried to set the coffee maker for the next morning.
Not just once, no, numerous times did I try to activate the nonexisting motion sensor on our old coffee maker before I realized what I was doing. It’s funny how the brain works -or perhaps doesn’t work?
“Alexa…is there a touchless coffee maker on the market?”
We don’t have an Alexa, we are confused enough the way it is already.