I spend a lot of time in my car. Between the child-centric jaunts to sporting events and the like, to staging projects, appointments and meetings, I find myself regularly exploring what feels like the entire front range of Colorado. I rely on my iphone's mapping feature a lot to get me to all the new places I go - and to some places that should be familiar to me, but because I have no sense of direction I cannot seem to locate a second time. In order to go hands-free I use Siri to read the directions to me as I drive. I don't like her very much.
She constantly interrupts me when I'm speaking to someone in my car. She has terrible manners - nary does she use a 'please' or an 'excuse me'. I want to scream "What's the magic word, Siri?" And she's incredibly demanding. If I need to turn in 500 feet, she gives me no less than three reminders in 10 seconds that I need to turn in 500 feet even though my signal is on and I clearly have every intention to make the required direction change. Got it, Siri. Plus she mispronounces things all the time. Perhaps I spend too much time in the car.
I think we should be able to choose different voices for our direction giver. I hear this is already a possibility so I'll need to find a young person to see if I can make the change on my phone. I'd like John Cleese to give me directions with a Monty Python vibe. Or maybe Oprah could do the honors and finish each trip with some kind of affirmation. The possibilities are endless, really. But I need to make a change soon because me and my fragile ego cannot take another trip with Mean Girl Siri. It makes me want wine.
I'm wearing this today.
These pants are ill-fitting, so while I'll enjoy the look of a crisp, white jean they will also serve as a silent reminder that a "roomy waist" may seem like a flaw you can live with comfortably, but will eventually leave you with a serious case of suspender envy.
gratitude: time management experiments, crusty bread, jammies before dark, music
thanks and love.