A New Development

Yesterday was Saturday. A day off from work when I get to (what else?) work. And work I did. In the garden, mowing and (my least favorite) push mowing.

Before I went out I stuck my cell phone in my pocket so I wouldn’t miss anything. Then I spent a few hours in the great outdoors.

My time in the garden was too brief. I picked cucumbers. (anybody need some? I’m a fantastic cuke grower.) I picked peppers and I pulled grass. (I’m even better at growing grass in my garden than I am cucumbers.)

Next I got out the riding mower. It’s a big yellow tractor looking thing that has a cup holder and arm rests that flip up out of the way when you get off or on. And it cuts a 50 inch swath. It doesn’t take too long to mow our yard, but it takes a while.

After that I got out the push mower to do the edges and corners. It’s o-l-d, so the wheels kind of wobble and the thing that’s supposed to self propel it doesn’t. At least not so you’d notice. Our yard gets kind of steep toward the street, so shoving the mower up and down the incline is a struggle.

I know, I know, I have three sons. Why not make one of them do it? Well, one is married and has two yards of his own to mow, the other is in another town and mows his yard and his girl friend’s over there, and the one who lives here was gone all day. First to a wedding and then to visit the dead rattle snake. <kidding>

It couldn’t have been considered hot yesterday–the temp was maybe in the mid 80’s–but let me tell you, I worked up a sweat that would have made a boxer proud.

Finally after dh came home from the salt mines in Big K’s pharmacy, I finished. (The yard wasn’t quite finished but I was!) So I came into the house, got a big glass of water and collapsed.

That’s when it started. The house phone rang. “Oh, let me get it,” I grouched as I dragged myself off the loveseat. But when I answered the phone, there was no one there.

“I hate that.” I wanted to say more but I didn’t have the strength. Instead, I checked the phone to see who’d called.

Me.

Huh? It was my phone number on the caller id. How could that be? I took my cell phone out of my pocket to prove to myself that I did, indeed, have my phone.

The house phone rang again. I looked at my phone and it was lit up with the house phone number on it as if I’d just dialed a call except my flip phone was closed.  

My cell phone called us 5 times between 7:47 and 8:00, when we turned it off completely. Before we killed it I checked the battery, which was fine and full.

So what happened? I have no idea. Had a ghost gotten hold of my phone?

Was I getting a sign from beyond that I need to upgrade to an I-phone?

Or had my sweat short circuited the little red beauty?

I have no idea–but I’d LOVE to know if this ever happened to anyone else. Ever.