I've succumbed. It has been said that when Apple sell you a piece of equipment what you actually buy is a brand into which you are forever locked by loyalty. I can see that is the case. Fed up with the vagaries of Windows and lured by the quality and beauty of the Macbook and its seamless operating system I succumbed in 2010 and went the Apple way.
So far as a Smartphone was concerned however, because of the problems with the iPhone 4 Gaz went the HTC way after returning his iPhone so so did I. Unfortunately, despite my satisfaction in many ways with the HTC, the way it showed contacts and the many problems synching data led me soon to became dissatisfied. So one of the first things I did when I got back to the UK was visit Glasgow's Apple Store. They really do know how to do things! I came out a complete Apple Man. I have used an iPod since they were steam driven to carry the music of my my 1300 or so CDs between the UK and NZ. This, I understand, makes me a law breaker in the UK because, although I only have music on my iTunes and iPod for which I have a CD (ie no pirate music), it is still unlawful to do that. Silly!
So now I have completed my Appleship by buying an iPhone and an iPad. The latter will replace Samantha (the trusty Notebook) who remained in NZ with young Catriona as her new friend.
My Apple Family
I have discovered that the iPhone is brilliant and that Siri is unbelievable - and I really mean that last word. I can recall the first attempts at voice recognition software. This is something quite beyond anything I had imagined. I'm sure there could be another post on this at some time. What I can't understand is why I haven't realised its existence and its full capability before now.
Does anyone need an iPad? It'll be very handy not to have to cart the Mac around everywhere all the time but, let's be frank, what has need got to do with it. Noone actually needs Apple....... until, that is, you have Apple.
PS Note that I still keep a good old fashioned diary. I have my appointment diaries going back to the year dot (and every address book since I was a child) so I think I'll not be stopping that now.
We may be apart but when I look at the sky and remember that we are standing on the same earth, looking at the same moon, somehow you don't seem so far away after all.
Life isn't about dawdling to the grave, arriving safely in an attractive, wrinkle-free body but rather an adventure that ends skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, totally worn out, screaming "Yee-ha. What a ride!!"
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain. (With thanks to shabby girl ofA Travelling Fish)
But what are plans other than more restrictions? (With thanks to Pauline)
Feeling young is fabulous but growing old is a blessing!!! (A comment on this blog by Jaz who used to writeTreacy Travels.)
The trick to pushing 70, GB, is to push back -- hard!!! (A comment by Carol aka Canadian Chickadee who comments but does not blog)
Having lived the majority of my life in the Hebrides where my heart is, I feel I can now call myself a Hebridean. For nine years I lived half my life in New Zealand: a country I love. It was an honour being a part time Kiwi.
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