I was so pleased with my swing and the little padding I made for it, that I decided to take a picture of it before settling in for a nice early evening read. Minutes after this was taken, I picked up my book and flopped down, right onto my glasses. No, they were not okay after the mishap, but being an orthopedic nurse, I was able to straighten them out. I was nearing the end of my book when Rebecca called and invited me to tea. Naturally, I was thrilled, leapt up, and cycled right on over there. We had a pleasant visit, and then I cycled home. As I pedaled along, I was a little concerned about the phone in my shorts pocket. What if it falls out, I worried. Maybe I shouldn’t carry it there. I got home, all eager to finish my book, and …… no phone. Oh, dear! A near disaster! I got my old-fashioned telephone and called myself. I went to different parts of the house and called myself some more. No little ring anywhere. I called Becca. No, I hadn’t left it there. It must be lying in the road, I thought. My early premonition was fulfilled. (Are premonitions “fulfilled?” I’m not sure. But you understand what I mean.) I felt that I couldn’t stand to be even one day without a phone in my pocket. She said to come over and she would help me get a new one. We could either order it, or go to the phone store, which was open late. As I retraced my way back to her house, I watched for little phone bodies in the road, and kept thinking I had found it, only to actually find a squashed cigarette packet or a grey leaf. Sigh! When I got there, she was all comfy in her pajamas, and was on line getting advice from Anna the telephone woman. Anna was a little unpleasant about the whole thing, and said we had to go to the phone store. So we did, and I got a cute new one that takes better pictures than the old one. Becca and I bought ice cream cones to comfort ourselves, returned to her house, figured out the new phone’s basics, and then I began to get nervous about riding in the dark without a light, so I shoved off and cycled home, with my eye still peeled for a little telefonino body. More cigarette packets and leaves, but no phone. I got home, eager to read the last few pages of my book. I moved the other books and newspapers that covered my bed, and guess what I found! Smirking out at me, smug at having not made any noise when I called it! Oh well! The new one is pretty low tech, given the possibilities, but is nicer than the old one, so I am pleased.
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