Lost

Last I saw my lame, old, hand-me down, I hate texting on phone was on Sunday morning as Amy M and I were leaving our room at the retreat. I put it on silent and in my bag. Then Sunday night rolled around and I realized, either God gave everyone else the memo about my poor Sabbath keeping and no one's calling me, or my phone is still on silent, or better yet...I don't know where my phone is.

I still don't know where my phone is and you could be the 10th person to say "have you tried calling it," but that would just cause me to roll my eyes and repeat...it's on silent.

I told my boss yesterday. She said I was supposed to get switched over to her old smart phone today (Monday) or tomorrow (today) anyway so not a big deal.

Not a big deal that I lost the old, lame, hand me down phone (2 other users before me), I fully agree. But I still don't have the new hand me down phone. Does she realize that's my only phone?

In the car is usually when I talk to my dad. He does the same thing and it's always funny when we can hear each other's Maggie in the background (The title Maggie is another story). But not today...I haven't talked to my dad since Friday night (when they were in town). This may actually be a record and I'm not proud of it.

There's always that issue of what if I was hurt or in a wreck or cut my finger with a Global knife...if it happened right now, I'd be OK because I could send a Gchat message to my brother in law who is online, but if he get's off, then Jessica in Tulsa is my only hope.

But what if I just wanted to talk to someone? I think I'm actually having withdrawal from a cellular device....hmmm...this might be a good thing. This might be just what I needed, to be a little disconnected and a little out of touch with things that meet immediate needs. I might just have to think about something more than 5 seconds before telling them what I think or asking their opinion. Maybe...but probably not for long given I live with 3 others and I'm about to meet Susannah for coffee. OK, so I won't be that disconnected, but it is a valid realization and one I won't be taking lightly.

The moral of the story:
Be nice to your cell phone, don't lose it and don't call it lame or it may run away from home.