A Dopey Day

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.