• Time to Rewire My Brain

    Now that hands-free cell phone use is the law for Minnesota drivers, I was faced with a choice: A) buy a new car with built-in Bluetooth technology or B) retrofit the one I have. I have no quarrel with the intent of the new law, but my mind boggles at how awkward the retrofitting is.

    I have an old car.

    My 2011 RAV4 is a prehistoric gem with only 75,000 miles on it. Definitely pre-Bluetooth technology. Until now that wasn’t an issue, because I seldom used my cell phone while driving. When I made or received calls, I connected my phone to my old-fashioned earbuds (the kind with wires) and stuck the buds in my ears. Simple hands-free calling. Decent quality sound. Yay!

    Now that’s unlawful, so I had to get a phone holder. The several articles I consulted pointed out that attaching a holder to a vent is hard in a RAV4. Besides, I don’t want to block the AC during Minnesota summers or the heat during Minnesota winters.

    My best bet was a holder that attaches to the CD slot. Mmmmk. I don’t play CDs anymore. I listen to the radio, not even Sirius. Or I use the oldest iPod you’ve ever seen for music and podcasts. The Smithsonian museum probably has one in their ancient technology display. Originally, I was saving all that memory on my phone for photos, not music.

    That’s only half of it. I also needed a Bluetooth speakerphone thingy to clip onto the visor.

    I have an old brain.

    Retrofitting the car was step one. My brain needs rewiring, too. In the olden days, cell phones were for talking, iPods were for music, and Garmin was for directions. I do realize that my iPhone 8 can do all of that—in one delightful device—but I have an unreasonable and balky reaction to being bossed around by devices even when they’re trying to help me. Until now, I hadn’t taken advantage of all that seamless wonderfulness.

    Now, if I want to call while driving, I’ll need to tell Siri (Dang! I never use Siri, so I’ll have to learn that.) How long before Siri mistakes, “Call Margo S.,” for “Call Martha Stewart,” who I’m pretty sure doesn’t want to talk to me.

    For music, I’ll have to reach under the cell phone holder to press radio buttons or convince my elderly iPod to talk to the Bluetooth speakerphone. (Oh wait, my beloved iPod doesn’t have Bluetooth capability, so it and the speakerphone aren’t friends. Sigh.)

    It’s 2019. Time to rewire my brain and how I approach calls, music, and directions. I bought the devices and they work–sort of–but they certainly aren’t simpler.

    Maybe I just should have bought a new, fully-equipped car!

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    7 responses to “Time to Rewire My Brain”

    1. bbachel Avatar

      I keep my phone’s ringer and dinger turned off most of the time…and rarely reach for it in the car…but do appreciate the nudge to change my antiquated ways when it comes to tech in my car. Realize I’ve had my new-used car for nearly a year and still don’t know how to switch from AM to FM. Grrr! Though am enjoying the silence that comes from leaving the radio turned off.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Driving can be an oasis of quiet!

    2. Ann Coleman Avatar

      Sometimes progress comes with a whole lot of pain! I hope you do manage to get your cell phone into a hands free mode for your car, because trust me, getting a new car isn’t going to make things any simpler. They come with a whole set of challenges all their own!

    3. Eliza Waters Avatar

      I’m more of a dinosaur than you are – at least you have all those devices and know how to use them. I’ve never ‘needed’ them, so never got them. Which makes me wonder, will I ever?

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Well, if you don’t use a cell phone, you’ll never have to deal with hands-free laws ! 😉

  • Pure Nostalgia and a Weird Convergence

    Seeing the paint-by-number ‘artworks’ decorating Hot Plate, a neighborhood breakfast place, plunged me into nostalgia.

    At 10, nothing was better than making art that looked ‘real’ or perhaps I should say, ‘recognizable.’ Horses fascinated me and I labored at drawing them, using my horse statue for reference. One birthday, I received a paint-by-numbers kit for a horse portrait. Dip the cheap brush into the dime-sized plastic pots of paint, dab it in the blue-outlined shapes and voilà—my horse looked like the one shown on the box! Success!

    A weird convergence.

    Until my husband read the historical note in Hot Plate’s gallery, I’d never known that the Craft Master Corp., which made the paint-by-number kits, was headquartered in Toledo, my hometown. At first I thought, “That figures,” then I reminded myself that Toledo is also home to the Toledo Museum of Art, at the other end of the art world spectrum.

    While crunching home fries and laughing at the paintings of questionable landscapes, sad clowns, and plucky dogs, I marveled at the paint-by-numbers concept. Someone had to curate images, analyze and isolate the placement of highlights and shadows, and choose the appropriate colors. Today, that function can easily be done in a graphics program, but in the 1960s that wasn’t the case.

    The appeal of paint-by-number kits (popular in the 1950s and 1960s) and Bob Ross’ PBS show, “The Joy of Painting”(mid-1980s to mid-1990s, now immortalized on YouTube and in popular culture) is the idea that ordinary people with little or no artistic training can have an outlet for their creative impulses and paint something they’ll be pleased with.

    On the paint-by-numbers box was the slogan, “Every man a Rembrandt!” We l l l, not exactly. But for my 10-year-old self, there was a real pleasure in making a painting that turned out.

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    13 responses to “Pure Nostalgia and a Weird Convergence”

    1. Karen Martha Avatar

      I always got bored before I was finished. Or I made a mistake–painted outside the lines or with the wrong color–and I’d quit. Maybe all that quitting taught me something. I’m now trying rosemaling and I haven’t quit yet–painting outside the lines is more forgiving.

    2. Ann Coleman Avatar

      I remember those! I got several paint by number art kits when I was a child, and I loved them!

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Me too! I think I might have gotten a landscape too

    3. bbachel Avatar

      I love your last line…about real pleasure in something that turns out. I’ve been enjoying my friend Maery Rose’s recent blog posts in which she’s sharing her efforts at drawing…some turn out but I am sure there are many that fall far short of her hopes and perhaps even her expectations, which I assume are often lower. Regardless, I’m taking real pleasure in how committed both of you are to your blogs.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Believe me, it’s a real pleasure to have a committed reader like you!

    4. Debra Fisher Goldstein Avatar

      Ah, if only our adult lives could be as simple as paint-by-numbers! Thanks for the memories!
      (We should have a paint-by-numbers party!)

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Twice is nice 😁

    5. Debra Fisher Goldstein Avatar

      Ah, if only our adult lives could be as simple as paint-by-numbers! Thanks for the memories!
      (We should have a paint-by-numbers party!)

      1. Debra Fisher Goldstein Avatar

        Sorry I had to say it twice. See what I mean about wanting adult life to be simpler???? Why can’t something as “simple” as leaving a blog comment be as simple as paint-by-numbers?!

    6. Susanne Avatar

      I do believe I painted that same horse picture. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see an exhibit of all those horses lined up, all painted by different 10 year olds. I bet they’re all slightly different. Thanks for the nostalgia trip, Ellen.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Might be funny if some of tbe 10 year olds went rogue and just ignored the directions. 😉

    7. Eliza Waters Avatar

      I remember my sister making several of these paintings. I wasn’t old enough to paint within the lines, or so I was told. When I got older, I liked those sand art kits… very American Southwest. 😉

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Funny! I haven’t thought about sand art kits in a while. I did at least one of those, too.

  • Sharing the Load

    Canadian wildfires more than a thousand miles away filled Wisconsin’s northern skies with haze. Following another warm summer day slightly diminished by the loss of blue heavens and the company of pesky mosquitos, helping a neighbor harvest their lavender field made a small part of the world all okay. At eight in the evening, thanks to Canadian smoke particulates, the July sun appeared a gentle gold surrounded by a flaming ring. With humidity and heat lifting, the air felt just right to stay outside

    She knelt next to the plants, cutting the flowered sprigs with a curved knife. I gathered handfuls, wound the end with a rubber band, then handed each to her husband to trim and load for moving. Their collies laid between the rows, noses resting on paws. A hawk screeched above as it circled the field. We talked about nothing much scattered with deeply important stuff.

    We have other jobs that claimed the day, but like all plants lavender has a time to be harvested. They had already completed hours in the field and hung hundreds of bouquets in the barn to partially dry. In a few days the lavender would fill a roadside cart for customers. Sharing the work, an hour went by quickly. Mosquitos called an end to our time.

    Some kind of magic happens when friends share the work of their days. Weeding each other’s gardens, making a meal, washing dishes together, sanding another’s wood project, painting a room, harvesting lavender. Formality slips away. The need to create conversation slips into comfortable talk. We move in each other’s space naturally, slipping into the dance steps of our real lives without practice. That’s where memories are made.

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