Or maybe not. As that would require a phone. It has been about 36 hours since my Samsung S6 had a menopausal meltdown and overheated until it met its maker. After several hours of Googling how to fix it myself (fail), calling a friend who doubles IT support (fail), taking it to the phone fix-it store (fail), I had to accept the fact that my phone was beyond repair. ACK!
Of course, these things always happen at the most ridiculous times. Like the fact that my phone is 13 months old and the warranty expires after 12. Or that it was purchased using a corporate discount and as of July, I was no longer an employee. Or the worst – when you can see that you have 12 unread whatsapp messages from a friend who just landed back in Calgary after two years abroad and a text from your dad that you can’t read. Le sigh.
It also made me realize why people have these antique devices in their homes called “house phones”. You know the one – a line connected to a wall that goes into a large contraption with numbers on it? You push a button like “talk” and you get a dial tone? Ya, that. My mom was coming to watch the Elephant while I went to an appointment and I had no way of getting in touch with her. Or her with me. Do pay phones still even exist? *GASP*.
In spite of all of this, there is one shining star that I must acknowledge. Having an Elephant who just turned one, you can imagine the number of memories and milestones that were captured on my phone. So I tip my hat to Google Photos. I semi-regularly back my phone up to my computer for fear of the phone apocalypse, but I certainly didn’t back it up daily. They do. At this point, I don’t care if the entire world wide web can hack into my photos and videos – I have those memories saved. And to me, that is worth more than the wondering of who sent me a text, the inability to call my mom, or even the ridiculous price of a new phone.