This morning Mr. Lipstick and I had our yearly check-ups at our primary care doctor. We must have back-to-back appointments because if I don't supervise him at every step of the way, Mr. Lipstick wouldn't go to the doctor. Ever. And I will not let him be one of those men who doesn't go to the doctor for forty years because he is too stubborn and when he finally goes, he is nearly dead from a dozen disease states. Oh no, I am not having it, cause I love me some Mr. Lipstick.
We got the kids ready, dropped them off at preschool/daycare, and made it to the very early appointment in a fairly close to punctual manner. After we left the kids at school, we were sitting in traffic, just us, at 7:55 on a weekday morning. That was weird.
All of a sudden I started thinking about how getting out of the house was easier than I thought. I hadn't yet realized that I had forgotten JBB's towel for water day (the bimonthly splash-fest at school) and while I remembered to send his clothes, I forgot his sneakers. But I did figure out pretty quickly that I left my phone at home. On the coffee table.
I instantly felt that really annoying feeling you get when you forget your watch or your rings, and you just know it is going to bother you all day long. Then worry set in. What if I needed my phone? Not in a frivolous way, but, you know, NEEDED it. As in, what if I have a flat tire, what if I run out of gas (even though I have half a tank), what if someone plows into me (after all, there are a few intersections between work and home), what if there is a natural disaster (it could happen)?
I felt so...not well connected, which got me to thinking. We didn't always have cell phones, they weren't always so portable (remember the Motorola bag phone-I had one), you didn't always have a gagillion minutes, and you didn't always have reception everywhere. So why has this ubiquitous and generally reliable gadget given us such a sense of security?
It's like we think impending disaster will be delayed just so we can call for help. Or we know that if we are well connected, we at least won't be bored or lonely. How apropos for this to happen on the first day of the new iPhone.
Good news...I made it the entire day without the phone and nothing disastrous happened. It was OK. But it was a sweet reunion to find my phone on the coffee table right where I had left it.
EDITED TO ADD: Once in pharm school my super-chic friend and I went to lunch on the opening day of a super-chic Thai restaurant. She had just gotten a tiny little phone the week before. I told her all about how I had gotten a cool new phone too, and that it was a technological wonder of sorts. Finally, she had enough and demanded to see this new phone. I reached down to my tote bag and pulled out this
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I still cannot believe how big phones used to be! A good friend of mine, up until like 4 years ago still had a huge phone, we would ALWAYS make fun of her.... she was so emabarassed to carry it... and at one time it was the norm!
I just assume, if my phone is not on me, my car will break down or I will be in a wreck (which has happened).
OH... and how in the world do you get Mr. Lipstick to go to the doc?
This will show my age, but I remember when my parents got our first cell phone, and it was one of those bag phones. How far we have come.
My husband is also like that, I have to go with him to the Dr. or he just will not go. Such babies.
OMGosh - it's the Zack Morris phone!!! Seriously, I get nervous if I forget my phone too. And I have to tell you, my first phone wasn't exactly a bag, but it was this big Motorola thing I had to plug into the car lighter. Large and NOT portable! But it served its purpose - I was a senior in high school and it was for EMERGENCIES!
Great post - loved it!
BTW, is that a new pic in your profile? Looking gorgeous my friend!
LOL. I love it.
this is great, i remember the first time i saw a cell phone was on a bus in hong kong, and the guy pulled out this HUGE phone connected to a briefcase!
I know how you feel. I was so opposed to cell phones for the longest time, and once I finally got one I felt completely naked without it. I don't know why I feel so compelled to have one, either. I'm a stay-at-home mom; who's needs to be able to reach me at all times?
Oh MIss Lipstick, you found the absolute *best* photos of the old phones!
We had them all those years in TeeWeeLand. When we went out on remotes there was always this major anxiety about "who has the bag phone?" It was the lifeline to the control room, and in the dark ages they were absolutely gargantuan. Enormous. As the years went by the smaller they became and the happier we were. I still can't believe you found those fabulous photos. What a great post. Talk about some memories! Lovelovelove it.
We hope everything went okay at the MD's office; good for you for getting Mr. Lipstick to attend his own appointment. Of course, we have the same issues with The Princess Consort. It is definitely in their DNA.
TP
cell phones have come a long way... and how did we ever get along without them... hmmmmm
thanks for stopping by!
Girl.... YES! My dad had a bag phone, just like that one! I remember taking it out on the boat and calling people and saying, "HEY! Guess what? We're OUT ON THE BOAT!" So exciting!
Now I have this monster of a blackberry that I can't get two steps from. It is seriously my ball and chain.
Hearts,
Holly
I cannot deal without my cell phone now. I really don't know how I managed without it!
I remember my parent's first car-phone. It seemed so cool at the time!!
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