The Pony gave me mittens and a hat for driveway walking. They even match! It's been a bit too cold, even for ME, so I have not yet given them a try, with daytime temps in the teens, and nighttime below zero.
Genius gave me a fancy Garmin gewgaw. He's all about electronics, that guy. And with his Garmin career set to kick off on January 8th, he's wasting no time in putting more profit in their coffers.
Actually, he might have still had a discount from working there this past summer. Anyhoo...he got me the Garmin version of a Fitbit. This is a good gift, because I will use it for my driveway walks. I'll use it all day, of course, but with an eye on how far and how long I walk on my planned driveway excursions, and to see how healthy a casino trip really is for me!
Here's the problem, though. Christmas Day, Genius strapped me up with the Garmin, and then left. He showed me how it works, of course. Easy for him to comprehend. But for me, it was somewhat like reading an operating manual for flying a 747 to my old dog Grizzly, expecting him to grasp it right away. And he's been dead for a couple years now. Later Christmas evening, my Garmin started beeping and red-lining! I had no idea what was going on. So I sent Genius a text.
"I don't know what that red arrow thing means! Am I near death?"
"That's just saying it wants you to move! You can ignore it. It's just a way to make sure you're active and moving around during the day."
Heh, heh. If there was ever a day I was active and moving around, it was CHRISTMAS DAY! But unfortunately, by the time Genius strapped on my SHAMING BRACELET (as I've come to call it) that afternoon, after Christmas dinner, then later dish-washing, I was ready to rest come evening.
Let the record further show that on Day 2 of CasinoPalooza 3, I hit THREE MILES on the Shaming Bracelet, and satisfied that technological taskmaster at last!
I'm pretty sure this red arrow thing is going to show up every day, though...
If one of the dogs had to wear a cone of shame, you two would be close to matching...
ReplyDeleteBut what does the 12/25 mean?
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteIf ONLY! That would make a wonderful Christmas card for next year, I think! Not that I would want any injury or surgery to befall my furry best friends, of course...maybe we could find a quack veterinarian who would prescribe a PLACEBO cone of shame.
Maybe fishducky would know a QUACK!
River,
ReplyDeleteThat's the date. It has about five things it displays, unless I go into the app and look at graphs and stuff. I think it shows date, number of goal steps, number of actual steps so far that day, how many miles walked, and how many calories burned.
Quack!! Quack!! Why would I Quack!! Quack!! know a quack? Quack!! Quack!!
ReplyDeletefishducky,
ReplyDeleteI just had a hunch that there might be a QUACK in your pool of acquaintances...