Life without Limb

Does anyone else feel like their lives are completely out of control if your cell phones are down?

Have you ever felt a twinge of anxiety creep up inside you if you drop it in liquid, the charger gets chewed up by the dog (THANKS WALL-E!) or you leave it in the bathroom and it gets stollen (what are you doing taking the phone to the bathroom anyway)?

Do you just get all moody-blue even when the battery signal flashes at you a warning that it will power down?

WELL! I have to say, I owe little Wall-e a nice vanilla-scented deep shampoo and conditioning! This has been the most relaxing weekend. No angry phone-calls, no suprising information I have to answer the phone and listen to unexpectedly, no annoying ringtones or text messages. For so long, I had been accustomed to expecting these loud, irritating chimes that I would race to get any problem with my cell phone fixed right away JUST so I wouldn’t miss a single blip of communication. I thought it strange if I made it through the day without more than a few phone calls or texts.

Honestly, certain ringtones grew to be a beloved part of my relationship. I had even told my boyfriend once, “you know, it just about makes my morning when I hear you calling. I don’t feel right without it.”

That time has come and now gone. Once my relationship was over, the calls diminished severely. I was off-kilter. I would call or text people just to keep that damned phone ringing. I would even call him on occasion just to keep giving the cell phone a greater purpose. The phone was a gift for our anniversary for goodness sakes. I love that damned phone. It gets compliments like a baby because of its unusual-appearance and its lack of widespread ownership amongst the mainstream. I would find out months after owning it that its not a common phone because the model got horrible reviews. He might have known that when he got it for me, but the gift was more about getting me what I wanted rather than what was best (another reason why the phone means so much to me) …and now its just me and my lil’ blitz.

…and now my blitz is dead. Its been dead for three days. Today is day four.

I’m no longer anxious to see it power up. I don’t even really want to check for messages although thats irresponsible and I’m sure I’ll check it sometime after this blog-note is published. I look back on the weekend… going out to the movies, having Cold Stone Ice cream instead of the greatest apple-pie in the world at Zenarros (it was a favorite of mine and H’s and the fucking new chef took it off of the menu…does that mean something?)…doing laundry on a gorgeous Sunday and not even minding so long as I had a good book and a Wookie sitting right next to me.

Yes, indeed. Life was good this weekend. Simple pleasures. All made even better by letting go of this deep attachment at least for a weekend.

Undoubtedly, I’ll be grateful for the package in the mail from Verizon Wireless. I’ll take it out of the box and rush upstairs to plug my lil’ blitz in for business as usual. Its a good thing to have a cell phone. Makes a big world more accessible to have one…but rest assured. I WILL turn my phone off more often.

=)

(the “save draft” feature is fantabulous, isn’t it!? I started writing this yesterday and got too busy to finish. Good stuff…writing.)

Dreams

Lately, my dreams feel as though they are recurrent. At somepoint I say “this is not the first time I’ve been here.” Hmmm…

I dreamt that I was going to help a female stranger (roughly my age) to retrieve her towed car. I took her to a place that appeared to be a particularly rough part of the neighborhood in the Soundview section of the Bronx (where I spent the first 12 years of my life). The folks who worked at the garage/autoparts were a rag-tag band of youthful, dirty grease monkeys…but they were weirdly cool and witty. They reminded me of the hackers Jolie ran with in the 90’s flick of the same name.

I remember them telling me to recall the ” last time I visited” them to which I was able to somehow remember the advice they once gave me. I can’t recall what exactly that was but it definitely confirmed that I somehow had dreamt myself in this situation before.

When I woke up I thought about what had just “happened” during my dream.

To be reasonable, I could say that this dream was a product of information I have absorbed in the days prior. I know of two people who are dealing with issues pertaining to their automobile. I even know a friend of the same age who had her car towed recently in the south Bronx. I just find it interesting how our minds take information and stew it into a pot of imagination to produce such convincing images. I really feel as though I knew those grease monkeys.

Our minds are so special and wonderful. Don’t you think?

Dreams

BACK in high school… but mixed up with college?

Cute hispanic guy likes me. His name is ..Mason?

Uh oh. Peer pressure. Should I jump the turnstiles in the subway for this one? Sorry, I’m too cool for school. I also still feel 28 in this dream. Had to tell George and Erika (the college element of this dream) I’ll check the crowd next time. I’m off to the races…

…literally.

At the track. Funny I don’t remember horse and carriage races. I’m not talking about that funny looking chariot thing they do these days at Belmont. These were Cinderelli white-pumpkin with the fabric-covering carriages.

Its going to get weirder now.

I’m dealing with some sort of Keanu Aikman character. Keanu Reeves is an actor. Troy Aikman is a former NFL Superbowl quarterback turned commentator. Both were sources of adolescent crushes He’s a vampire. He’s also got the race rigged… with ghostly vampires. What the hell is going ON here!? Now I’m watching this thing from the driver’s point of view a la video game choice perspective.

Of course I don’t remember who won the race because now I’m at the baseball game. I’ve got the BEST SEATS in the stadium which are also impossible to get of course since we’re sitting under a tent in centerfield. I apparently decided to take Keanu Aikman’s family since they all sort of look like him-them.

I’m talking about the greatness of the t.v. show

Monk with who else, Tony Shaloub and trying to encourage them the Aikman family to tune in while advocating for the show to hire Erickson the vampire who I heard won the horse and carriage race. I guess in the dream I thought Erickson was the name of Eric Roberts… this guy always needs a job.
Dreams over and I woke up to the cat walking across my chest but I can’t help thinking: That was weird. I’ve never even seen Monk.