It started innocently enough with a game of hide and dust. The wee ones chattered away to hiding spots in other rooms and I counted loudly while dusting quickly. There was laughter and giggles about being found or not even hiding but just running into other rooms. This was followed with a game of chase the vacuum or be chased by the vacuum. We then proceeded to go back to the main floor; laundry bucket in one hand and the wee lad holding my other hand. It all seems good right?
I got some work done while still spending quality time with my grandchildren. I then allowed Young A to scoop and put in the laundry soap (Nellie’s for those smart ass people who will want to know at the end of the story) but there was a mishap and a portion of it ended on the floor. So we got the hand held vacuum and she proceeded to clean it up while I cleaned up the wash machine portion. Then Young A and wee lad C got into a slight disagreement about who’s turn it was. I shoved in the last of the clothes as the land phone (I know – we are dinosaurs with a land line which is a different story) was ringing and took the vacuum away. As we chatted with Auntie H I turned on the wash machine and Young A hit the start button. It all still seems good right? I gave myself a pat on the back for managing to do a few things in the morning.
Outside time and then lunch is followed by nap time for the wee lad. He doesn’t fight nap time but he does need his “music” and seems we didn’t have his usual little player we improvised with Grampa’s speakers and Spotify for the win. It had worked the night before and we knew it would work again. We searched for Nan’s phone and checked all logical places and in the end we used Grampa’s phone and found the right music. Off to sleep he happily went and once again I felt that it was a win but where was my phone. Not to worry as I often lose it when the Littles are here and we are busy together. Do you see now where this is headed?
Young A no longer naps at Nan’s house and we often snuggle and read stories for the first part of nap time. I told her to start reading that Nan was just going to hang up the laundry and then I would be there. I opened the wash machine and the first thing that greeted me was my phone; screen saver picture looking as sharp as ever. I picked it up, wiped off the very few smidgeons of water on it (my front load gets my clothes so dry I sometimes wonder if I remembered to turn it on). I sent a text to my daughter as a test and checked into a couple of apps. It all seemed good.
Until it wasn’t. So we tried the trick that doesn’t work and stuck it in the rice over night. Still no luck other than a flickering light. I am lucky that my husband and I share a cell phone plan and he never upgrades because he loves his Blackberry so I know I can easily go pick up a new phone for no cost. Alas I can’t get back the 2 1/2 months worth of pictures that I didn’t think to back up before the phone died. I am also lucky that I text pictures to my daughter and friend regularly so I will be able to get those back easily. AND YES I KNOW that if I could figure out this whole cloud thing and not be so cheap and by space that I would not have lost anything. The IT guy at the store was wonderful and tried every last thing he could think of but to no avail. We’ve sent it off to repair and most likely it will come back as a brand new phone and those pictures will be gone.
Below is the last photo taken by that phone. It looks like he is mad but really he was giving me the “I’m cute under all that hair look’.
On my list of things inside the phone — several passwords in a file marked Random Stuff. My entire contact list – like really my friends must get tired of always having to reconnect with me when I do this. BECAUSE yes it’s not the first time I’ve had a cell phone die from water. In #MyCanadaDay150 I also lost my phone to an obscene amount of rain on Parliament Hill. AND NO I DIDN”T LEARN ANYTHING from that time either because I am always optimist that things will go right not wrong. I don’t get the cloud or google or any of that stuff and sometimes I am like an ostrich with my head in the sand.
But just maybe this time when I get the phone back or upgrade to a new one I can slow down a little, learn about storage, find a way to have my contact book in a different space and not have to start over every time I pouch a phone. Meanwhile I am trying to learn my new lap top and my loaner phone all at once. Insert that emoji here where they smack their palm into their forehead!