Lost and Found

Clear back in May I loaned my cell phone to The Girl. She promptly lost it. I mean, really prompt. As in I gave it to her the night before an overnight field trip, and the next morning she couldn’t find it.

We found it last week.

In all that time all the people who wanted to reach me through that number couldn’t. I ended up getting a new phone. Then I had to piece together all my old contacts. Where I would normally simply transfer them from one phone to the other I had to figure out who used to be on the old one, find out their numbers because I no longer memorize anyone’s number, and put them on the new one. Yeah, you already knew that, but it was a surprise to me how difficult that could be.

Once we found the old one – it had slipped between her headboard and the wall – I removed all my data and gave it to her as a graduation gift. The picture above was one I found on it that I’d taken a couple of years ago. I hadn’t remembered it at all.

Now that no one is trying to call me on it, she even gets my old number. At least that’s a number I already had memorized.