Death of a Cell Phone -- The Final Chapter

My shock and awe at drowning my cell phone has worn off. I need to come to grips with reality, whatever that is.

When I realized my barely one year old cell phone had been left in my sweat jacket pocket (in green enthusiasm to make a FULL laundry load) I ran manically out to the washroom to see maybe, just maybe, it was salvageable.

What I found was churning black soapy waters and the said jacket housing said cell phone at the bottom of the besotted pile. Had I not been contemplating calling my buddy in Arizona I may never have found it. After all, technology makes memorizing phone numbers obsolete. Once upon a time I knew all your numbers by heart and now … HA!

Short term memory is so very analog.

I’m a writer, like the rest of you ladies are. I write cuz I gotta. And yesterday I could think of little else but cell phones. I called my benevolent boyfriend (via landline) who has the cell plan to wail at my misfortune. I called my dad (I still remember my parents’ number by heart, so not all is lost). I haggled with the cell phone kiosk kid on why I did not need a Droid or a Blackberry for an additional phone line and $40 a month. And I went into near conniptions when I learned I was being taxed on the retail value of the phone I chose. My supposedly $100 phone was really $400 and I, being the lucky Cali girl I am, would be taxed accordingly by THAT amount.

So I woke up today and wondered, dare I try and survive without a cell phone? Could I sit out the next week chancing that a bag of rice would absorb the moisture of my dirty laundry from the phone’s nooks and crannies? Would it be so painful to be ‘free’ of the appointments I set in my digital calendar? What about the wondrous photos I’ve taken of my 20 lb. snoozing tabby snuggled next to my black and white kitty, (that I obviously never bothered to download.) Did I have to post this great woe on FaceBook, begging friends to call/text me so I can get their numbers again, after all, it is these slim lines of technology that bind me to my people.

I’ll let you all know when I achieve that Nirvana. In the interim, you can reach me on my cell phone.