« serenity, senility, it's all the same to me | Main | oh, piss boy! »
May 17, 2008
mourning memories
Oh, sigh!
Yesterday, for no reason at all, my sweet and sassy little RAZR cell phone up and died.
It was fine when its groovin' musical alarm went off at 5:30am. It was fine mid-morning when the vet called to say that Radar's ball times 2 removal went swimmingly and I could pick him up at four. It was fine when I checked the time as I was running out the door to chaperone at Little Bear's water play day at school. My phone was safe inside my purse all afternoon while I frolicked in the sprinklers and threw water balloons at a dozen or so preschoolers.
But, when I pulled it out of my purse to see if we had time to run to the bank and the bookstore before getting the dog, the display was blank and black. I thought the batttery was dead until I charged it all night and nothing happened.
So, this morning the boys and I schlepped over to the AT&T store to see what's up with that. From behind her counter, Elizabeth, told me that it couldn't be resuscitated and would I be interested in getting a new blackberry?
Um, no.
I loved my phone. It had really cool ring tones that came with it. It was loaded with my favorite 100 80's new wave songs. But, the most painful part for me is the pictures. I had tons of pictures, many of which had been transferred from several phones ago. There were sweet pictures of the happy little smiling fish in the waiting room of the Dr. who took care of me while I was pregnant with Hoho, photos of the space needle and Seattle, random photos of Grumpy, the kids and the dogs over the last few years, the picture I took of someone who had a license plate that said "UGO BUGG", and most painful of all - the photos and videos I took of Morrissey during the best concert evah! (oh tears!)
I am a sentimental sap and my pictures mean SO much to me. I am a bit devastated at the moment. I am always afraid that without my pictures, I will forget the time, the people, the moment...everything.
It also reminds me of the last day of my senior year in high school. I had taken my camera to school with me to snap the last few photos on a roll of film. I had gone back to Ohio to see all of my friends graduate the weekend before and I had awesome pictures of people I KNEW I would never see again. Oh God, and I had pictures of me and John Porter hugging and kissing. I had a crush on him from the first time I ever saw him when we were in 8th grade, to finally hook up with him was monumental and I had photographic evidence to keep forever and ever!
The pictures were pure gold to me. I had moved and left so many people so many times already at that point that I knew that I would eventually only have those pictures to remember any of it.
Anyway, I was handing the camera to my friend, kathleen (you know who you are!)so she could take a picture of me and someone in our art class. I can't remember how exactly it happened, but she dropped my camera. It was like a slow motion nightmare. The camera hit the floor, the film door popped open and that was that.
And Kathleen laughed.
And I almost killed her.
And I cried.
And I took my camera to the camera shop to see if anything could be done, but the film had all been exposed. Every negative came back blank. To top it all off my camera had died a painful death in the process. It had been brand new, my dad had given it to me for graduation.
My new phone is cute, but the ring tones all suck and I hate buying ring tones. I can't figure out how to get my music transferred - it's not easy to navigate. The only thing I do like is that it's the same color as Little Bear's wheelchair. My RAZR was perfect! I only had it a year, it was too young to die.
Now, I am depressed, and mad at Kathleen all over again.
Posted by bugg at May 17, 2008 06:31 PM