Aug 5, 2011

Life App-ens!

When I upgraded to iPhone 4, the salesperson laughed at the amount of apps on my older iPhone. Realistically, it would take hundreds of iPhones to house the multitude of apps available. In my defense though, I use most of my apps consistently.

For example, we are celebrating Kokanee Days in Idaho City tomorrow. Kokanee are the land-locked form of sockeye salmon. I am told that the streams and rivers appear to be orange as the salmon swim and spawn upstream. So, I found a colored illustration of a Kokanee and used WordFoto to transform the image.

I have other photo tools, too: Comic Book, FatBooth, Diptic, SketchMee, LabelDispenser, Squeeze It... The results range from stunning to silly. Many of my blog and Facebook photos were taken and formatted on my iPhone.

I use apps to journal, deposit checks, and to hum tunes when I forget the name of a song. A rooster awakens me on my Alarm Clock. I'm plugged into social networking. I write blog posts, stories, take notes; and I record original poems in Rhyme Book. My reference library includes a Dictionary/Thesaurus, Rhyme Time, 5 versions of the Bible, Strong's Concordance, Kindle, and Zinio for digital magazines.

Stitcher and iTunes allow me to listen to live radio and podcasts. I am hooked up to Fandango, Netflix, RedBox, TCM, and IMDb. Then there is the cooking section with celebrity chefs, recipes, and shopping lists.

When I go down to Boise, I rarely have to ask for directions or information. Almost anything can be accomplished through my iPhone. Yet, as wonderful and innovative as technology can be, it can't zap my California daughter and grandson to my side — in real time!

Aug 1, 2011

Missing California

July marked our 6th month in Idaho. I still shake my head in disbelief that I'm now planted in a mountain community almost 1000 miles away from my hometown! Incredibly, I'm living in a gold mining town that was once the largest city in unincorporated Idaho; a town that burnt to the ground two times in the 1860's and embodied the Wild West!

For some, long distance moves are routine: certainly not for me. I lived within a 30-mile radius of my parent's home for 53 years. My address changed at least 14 times, but never beyond the California border.

With some of the newness wearing off, I guess reality is making an appearance. I was not prepared for the lingering feelings of separation and the withdrawal from a second-nature life. I miss my family, friends, and the ocean.