Seperation Anxiety

26 Jun

To get myself through marking exams, among other distractions, I take photos like the one to the right to amuse myself. I love my iPhone! I use it for so many things. Before getting the iPhone, I didn’t really care about my cell phone. I used it to make phone calls, mainly to my husband. That was back before it became illegal to drive while talking on the phone. But, since getting an iPhone, I now text, access facebook, twitter, pinterest and several applications. I use the camera and the video camera and I’d be lost without the calendar. I keep track of all of my appointments and meetings and have my phone send reminders and alerts so I don’t forget anything.

On my way home from Safe Grad, I wedged myself into the seat by slouching down and putting my knees into the back of the seat in front of me. Stuff like that takes me back. However, in my teenage years I never would have had the cell phone to amuse me on the hour drive back to the city.

I got home around 7 AM, and again like a teenager, I pulled my hoodie over my head and deposited it on the floor beside my bed before I crashed. The older I get, the harder it is to pull these all nighters. Four hours later, I was good to go. Well, sort of. I was delighted when I woke up to realize that my husband, Glenn, had cleaned up the room and taken all the laundry downstairs. As I was sitting at the table willing my morning coffee to give me the energy I needed for the day, I began to wonder where I had put my cell phone. If the title didn’t give it away, or the lead in, you now probably know where this is going. I checked the front pocket of my backpack, where I had kept the phone all night while we were at the lake. Then, I remembered having it on the bus.

“Glenn, where did you put my cell phone? It was in my hoodie pocket.”

“Ummmm…”

It was enduring the spin cycle. I found it with four minutes left in the washing machine. It was the last load. How will I explain this to my teenager? I don’t think we’d cut her any slack for leaving her cell phone in her hoodie pocket on the floor.

That was Saturday, and now on Tuesday, I’m still experiencing a bit of separation anxiety. I think I’m doing well, actually. It looks like the phone may survive the incident, but the battery is shot. We ordered a new battery on eBay, along with the special tools needed to take the iPhone apart. Leave it to apple to make a phone that can only be opened with a microscopic screwdriver with a flower shaped head. So, it’ll be a week or so before I know for sure if I’m going to have to shell out $300 and sign a new three year contract. I’ll keep you posted.

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