My cell phone has free "in" minutes, which means it keeps me in touch with my mom. It also holds my most complete collection of phone numbers for friends, family, and doctors. Without my phone, I don't know my husband's cell phone number. It's just "#2." With my phone, I am in touch. Without it, I am out of touch - in a big way.
Well, I became officially out of touch over a week ago. I lost my cell phone when we were skiing with our children. Unfortunately, I didn't know it was missing until the following Monday, and then I assumed it was somewhere in the abyss of our minivan. If you have seen our vehicle, you know this is a fair assumption.
The good news: the car is cleaned.
The bad news: about 6 days after our winter adventure, my phone was really gone.
Fortunately, I thought to call the ski hill and inquire about my missing phone. It turns out they have a collection of unclaimed phones (several matching my description!), cameras, and the like. The kind man on the other end of my call said he had a phone I was describing, but "it sure looks scratched up!" That's probably it, I thought. It bears the wounds of many drops and bumps from Kenobi adventures. The battery was dead, so he offered to take it to his car & charge it, then turn it on to see if the photo of Obi-1 & Obi-2 was there as I claimed.
He called Sunday (the next day), and let me know it was my phone. Yippee! The problem, however, is that they would need to send it to me, but with our holiday on Monday, it wouldn't go out until Tuesday. The prospect of driving an hour and half to get my phone didn't appeal to me, so I took him up on the offer and waited a few more days.
In the meantime, I took a little roadtrip to see some friends. Traveling without a cell phone made me carefully prepare for roadside emergencies, extra layers, and noticing how far I was from each exit. When I hired a babysitter, I had to write out the phone numbers of my destination, as I wouldn't have a cell phone with me. When I was lost while looking for our dinner destination, I had to pull out a Thomas Guide instead of call my husband (a.k.a. personal navigation system). Our week without a phone has been quieter, a little less productive, and perhaps simpler than life that is constantly accessible.
My phone should arrive today or tomorrow. I wonder what lessons might carry forward when I'm more in touch.
Losing my cell phone? Well, it might not Work for Me long-term, but it has provided some good lessons. Check out other ideas at Rocks in my Dryer.
4 comments:
I had my 1st cell phone when I was 20 years old..as times goes by I realise tat I depend on it more & more..now..I can't really recall my friends number..cos they're all in the phone book..
That is awesome that you are getting your phone back, and how cool that he had a charger that fit your phone. That was mighty lucky!
Wolfie, I know - it's a good reminder to put those somewhere else! (safe) :)
Mal - yes, so many things were good about this. I can't say enough nice things about the folks at Timberline... :)
update:
they forgot to send the phone until today, so... I will hopefully be back in touch by Monday. In the meantime, I'm learning many lessons. :)
-MamaToo
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