Tuesday, February 12, 2013
easy as pi
I hate to shop.
My idea of going into a store is to have a very good idea what I want, grab it, and be on my way. Oh, yes, and pay. Abbie Hoffman I am not.
Three years ago ago, I told you about my land line. (dial c for chuckles) About 90% of the calls I received on it were wrong numbers. They still are.
Because I do not have voice mail on the telephone, I stop whatever I am doing, and run to answer. For the 10% of calls I want to receive.
The only reason I have the land line is for my internet connection. If I could get some form of cable connection, the land line would be yesterday's news.
When I was in Oregon, I devised an elegant solution. Let me pause right here in my narrative to explain "elegant."
Even though I refer to it often, I am not a big advocate of Occam's Razor. My solutions are seldom based on succinctness, economy, and parsimony. Think Rube Goldberg. Lavish, convoluted, and complicated.
So, here was my idea. I would buy a cordless telephone with voice mail. If I was outside, I could take the handset with me and screen (or answer) my calls without doing my Jesse Owens impression.
I looked at several brands, and discovered a new function. Some of the telephones come equipped with bluetooth capability. That means (or I thought it meant) I could pair my cell phone with the handset and be able to answer my land line calls on my cell phone.
As I said, elegant. And John of Occam is rolling in his grave.
Then I made a big mistake. I decided to wait until I returned to Mexico to buy.
I long ago reconciled myself to paying more for electronics in Mexico than I would in The States. But I needed to factor in the convenience of not toting a telephone in my luggage.
So, off I went last weekend to Manzanillo to find a cordless telephone with bluetooth. There were two possibilities -- designed solely for iPhones. But nothing for those of us who have escaped the gravity of Planet Apple.
That leaves me with two options.
The first is obvious. I return to Oregon in less than two weeks. I could simply schlep one down with me when I return in March.
Or I could disinter Occam's Razor. Turn off the ringer on my land line and tell everyone to call me on the cell phone I always carry with me. (By the way, I have since discovered that bluetooth allows the land line to pick up my cell calls -- not the other way round.)
Based on my past record, I will let you guess what I end up doing.