Apple of my Eye

My iPhone and I just celebrated our first anniversary. The phone’s wallpaper displayed my granddaughter's face. The music I have amassed on iTunes was perfection - I counted on this music for my morning commute . Checking weather on the cute app has been fun, and my bank balance, accessed within a moment’s access. I was probably weeks away from taking my phone to bed with me in true corporate lady-mogul fashion. How could I have been so careless?

It’s odd, I had been considering this dreaded possibility only hours before. "Wow, what would I do without my iPhone?”

On occasion,  I am scatterbrained and disorganized, and often in a rush. My handbag is one of the more prominent places where I exhibit this behavior. My hand flails fruitlessly through the bag, wildly rifling its contents in the most cringe-worthy manner.  Any witness would come down with a serious case of the willies. 

  I assumed my iPhone was swimming in the bottom of my handbag; or I left it on a merchant’s countertop. After my initial breakdown, inquiries to several town vendors, and three complete ransackings of my purse, I conceded.  My iPhone had vaporized. 

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It has been a week. I’ve deduced that I probably left the phone in my accidentally unlocked vehicle. Or I dropped it in the road, and it got run over by a passing car on Main Street. Regardless, I’m using my husband’s old Droid to fill the void, so I can at least maintain phone contact, but I miss my iPhone. 

A noted side effect is that I am slowly disconnecting from too many phone calls, from Facebook, and I don’t read texts until hours after they've arrived in my Inbox. My hand doesn’t obsessively scramble for my tiny, black treasure any longer. To my friends: I’m still here, like a voice in the night - bear with me. 

It’s not as much fun to check the weather on an antiquated Droid. I still crave the touch and feel of iPhone, but the craving diminishes with each day. 

Arianna Huffington, famous lady mogul, with her anti-stress campaign urging us “to take it down a notch”  has nothing on me. She can chat up the media, discuss politics and her perspectives on spirituality with Oprah all she wants. Because unlike me, she still has her iPhone.