My Motorola Nexus 6 had a meltdown Sunday night.
It is “bricked”.
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.
The Grand Canyon
But what really made me sad:
All my cartoon plants from Plant Nanny app.
I just planted the 500-seed ghost plant.
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.
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, I DID NOT!
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….
One thought on “A week without a smartphone, it’s 1972”
I use a sym card and back up my phone where I had many phones die on me.