A week without a smartphone, it’s 1972

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My Motorola Nexus 6 had a meltdown Sunday night.

It is “bricked”.

Kaput.

Dead.

It will turn on only to show the poor green droid supine as if on an operating table.

A year’s worth of photos that I was going to upload to the laptop this week, gone.

GONE

Beijing
The Grand Canyon
New Zealand
Australia
Guilin
South Bend
Sedona
Christmas
New Years

All gone.

But what really made me sad:
All my cartoon plants from Plant Nanny app.
I just planted the 500-seed ghost plant.

Gone.

And now no phone.
It’s made me realise that my tablet is no replacement.

Thank God I still have some google contacts and a google calendar.

But I have to study a map to find out where I’m going and may resurrect my watch that sits in a drawer.

It’s 1972.

I get around town by memorization or notes on scratch paper.
Or going into stores and asking for directions (“Oh yaaas, honey, that’s catty corner from us…”)

I actually ask for appointment cards.

I saw a sad, abandoned payphone in an empty lot the other day.

People will say silly things like
“well, you could call..”
” I’ll text you…”
“Did you see that funny video….”

NO!

No, I DID NOT!

No phone!
No camera!
No Interwebs!
No maps!
No texts!

It’s 1972.

I have an old payphone and bellbottoms.

There aren’t even handheld hairdryers or curling irons yet….

I’ll just be sitting here all day, waiting for my hair-in-orange juice-cans to dry, writing notes with my quill pen….

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