At Pennsic I had a terrible time with my stupid phone because I had not brought the wall charger, only the car charger, and the car charger, for no reason at all, didn't work. Plugging my phone into it would turn the phone on, but would not charge it. Somehow, it just wouldn't charge. John and Beth from Maplewood saved my bacon by having a Motorola charger that was compatible.
Now I am at home. The wall charger is not here either. I didn't pack it, but I didn't leave it where it belongs. Did I pack it after all, then, just not in a place where I could find it in two weeks of searching? Well how the hell am I going to find it now? I've got a lot of damn stuff to unpack. I'm doing my best, but I'm not done.
Meanwhile,
I cannot charge my phone,
and it is dead.
Stone dead. Won't boot up. No battery.
I have a family situation and everyone is probably trying to call me, but I don't know if they are or not, or who. I can't call out on the house phone, as there's no long distance on it. I just got an email from my mom that said "Call me". I wrote back but I know she doesn't check her email more than once a day: Mom, I CAN'T call you.
People assume telephones too easily.
I haven't time to sort it out now; I'm on my way out the door to go skate, to see if my wheels have rusted in the three weeks since I last rolled.
But in the meantime. If anyone in my family ever reads this. I. Can't. Call. You.
Later.
Now I am at home. The wall charger is not here either. I didn't pack it, but I didn't leave it where it belongs. Did I pack it after all, then, just not in a place where I could find it in two weeks of searching? Well how the hell am I going to find it now? I've got a lot of damn stuff to unpack. I'm doing my best, but I'm not done.
Meanwhile,
I cannot charge my phone,
and it is dead.
Stone dead. Won't boot up. No battery.
I have a family situation and everyone is probably trying to call me, but I don't know if they are or not, or who. I can't call out on the house phone, as there's no long distance on it. I just got an email from my mom that said "Call me". I wrote back but I know she doesn't check her email more than once a day: Mom, I CAN'T call you.
People assume telephones too easily.
I haven't time to sort it out now; I'm on my way out the door to go skate, to see if my wheels have rusted in the three weeks since I last rolled.
But in the meantime. If anyone in my family ever reads this. I. Can't. Call. You.
Later.
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Date: 2008-08-14 05:55 am (UTC)