Nokia, By The Dyslexic Writer

NOKIA
by
The Dyslexic Writer



I have an old Nokia. It does not have a flip cover. Just a naked face when I take it out of my pack, or the Minnie Mouse holder I purchased at Disneyworld when my daughter took me on a family reunion. I have to push a button to turn it off and on.
Also, I don’t have what’s it’s? A GS thing. I’m on my own when lost. No one can locate me with it. Especially the feds. Because it’s an old NOKIA Which is all right with me.
I can call 911, my husband and any family member or even the hospital and my doctor and get information about what to do.
I do have an organizer, text messages, a computer, add and subtract, address book, all the settings I want, memos for the stories I write, games, infra red, so I’ve go all I need in my old Nokia
No, I can’t take pictures, but then I don’t think I want to. I don’t know if I could send them to my computer. The only person I text message with is my grandson and Cellular One, alas now AT&T. I have roadside assistance, I hope. I called and had it installed. Well, I didn’t really call, I just sent a text message of yes. I still don’t know what to do if I need help.
The whole family has Cellular One, now, AT&T, so it doesn’t cost us minutes when we talk.
I use the cell in my office in place of a land phone, but I don’t have to call Hong Kong. Or much outside of Indiana. My business isn’t that great or universal. I’m a psychic. That’s one good way of communicating. Being a physic is one job, another is free lance writer, with emphasis on the free. Same thing for the psychic. Though what I make helps me to pay some bills and still write. The point being, I can contact a lot of folks, living and dead without any phone.
No one can send me a picture except through my computer, but it takes so long and so much ink, I don’t encourage it much. Yep. Even my computer is old. Though I have some great pictures of ancestors, and of the Burning Bush, in the desert in Egypt . Yes, the one where Moses stood and heard God. I will let you figure out those kinds of pictures.
Ok. I confess how I received a picture of Moses and the burning bush. Moses, isn’t in the final picture. He was in the vision. There is this book. Walking the Bible. I read the book, well our entire Quaker Meeting read and discussed it in Second hour. In First Hour, Worship, we have Unprogrammed Meeting. That’s when three or more are gathered and wait for Spirit to speak through us. Or we are just Silent and listening. Sometimes just two.
In the book there is a way to contact a place that houses the Burning Bush. So I did. You have to read the book to find the solution. I got an answer and a picture of the Burning Bush. It wasn’t burning in the picture. I didn’t use my cell phone for that either.
My cell phone is not flat and doesn’t slip easily into my pants pocket. Therefore, I have less inclination to leave it my jeans when I wash them and thus ruin my phone. It’s not flat in my purse where I can never find it, or leave it in a purse when I carry these portable suitcases, like the bag lady that I am. It’s always in a black case with Minnie on the front or a red case both have a bit , not much of bulk and I can find and feel the Nokia. When it’s in my pocket, it is a bit bulky. I know it’s there and I don’t have to look for it.
Except for the time that I was telling my husband that I received the new rental car, was home and describing it to him. My car was wrecked. Not my fault. Then as I was taking my possessions out of the car I called my friend while doing this procedure and described the car to her. After I had removed my purse, books and other items I carry around with me at all times, in case, I’m ever shipwrecked, I started screaming into the phone, “I’ve lost my cell, I’ve lost the cell. How could I lose my cell? Oh my god. I just had it , talking to Norman, (my husband). Oh. I’m talking to you on it. “ She laughed, not couthly, as a lady should. She snorted as did her whole office. I could hear them. Nokia has excellent hearing apparatus. When I called the office again, they said, “have you found your cell phone?” People can be so cruel.
When I go to the grocery store I add up my purchasing on the cell phone computer. Sometime I get a call and lose my place. Sometime I’m brave and don’t answer. They call back. I have a calendar and I can note important dates, and set alarms for time and place so I get there on time.
I set the alarm every morning on my little black Nokia and it wakes me. You have to get up and turn it off or it keeps on going like the Little Bunny, every ten minutes. Ugh.
When I type in someone’s birthday it tells me how old they are, even my kids, but I have to know the date they were born. I never can remember the year my kids were born. So there is a little problem. I can remember the weather the whole day, what movies were on, social events and who was president, but not the year. So I have to track it down. NOKIA doesn't help with that. It does anniversaries and other things, meetings, etc. For anniversaries I have to remember the years they were married or whatever. If I could do that, I wouldn’t need to set an alarm.
And I can put a clock on the front piece where you text message, so when I make speeches or give a talk. I just lay it in front of me, right by my notes and keep an eye on the time, set it on silent and it blinks or vibrates when I should shut up.
So I’ll use my digital camera and my 45 mill to take pictures. learn more about putting them on the computer, or go to The KMart or CVS and make a CD and choose ones to develop. And there dear heart am I with my Nokia Someday I might get a new Nokia, but not for a while. I got my husband a new, well, he’d never had one. A cell phone for Christmas last year. I did it with a great deal of hesitation because he was always bitching about my cell, then asking to borrow it on snowy days when he snowplowed or went to help kids who were snowed in.
Since I bought it he was been on it all the time. In the garage, babysitting, on his tractors, everywhere. If I had known such a toy would have made him that happy I would have purchased it sooner. You just never know with men.
Alas, dear reader, pride goeth before a fall. The one time I did not put my cell phone in it’s pretty little case, instead, stuffed it in my purse side pocket. It was raining. I dropped it. I didn’t know I dropped it until bedtime when I was ready to to set the alarm.
I looked in the car, all through the house, went out to the mail box, nothing. Even thought it was pitch dark, thundering and lightening I went to get the mail box again, thinking I dropped it out there. I slid into the drainage ditch, lost a shoe and the wind blew my nightie over my head. No cars were coming at 12:pm, thank you very much.
When I was walking back to the house the porch light shined on something bright. I went over to it. Part of my cell phone. The dog ate it.
So after ten years, I had to go get another one. I got a NOKIA. Updated. I think I can be located. It has more extra happy little adventure things. I can’t take pictures, thank God, doesn’t have a flip flop top. But the key board moves for some enginering reason designed by someone with little bitty fingers. It’s ok. I still love my old one best. But everyone says they can hear me better.
We really need two cell phones now because my husband is ill. He can’t play with his snowplow in the snow anymore, or drive his tractor, or rush out in the night to save friends, neighbors and children from car disasters. I need it to check on him when I am gone. So hold him in the Light that someday all will be well.