Okay, I was back in the Catskill Mountains in upstate NY taking care of Mom for 2 months. I kept having problems finding my phone when it was not plugged in at night and having to call it from my Mom's LAN line. I mean, I know that I was upset and worried about my Mom, but why would I have put it behind that orange chair?
So, I get back here to CA (Mom is in a great assisted living place) and I move into another place where again Butzie cannot go out unsupervised. I have a leash but she has a desire. She is not happy. So, I can't find my cell phone again. Now, this may sound strange, but I do not get cell phone coverage in my new place which is a SF Bay Area suburb. It is, however, so far from what you may perceive as a suburb. I am in one of the last vestiges of horse country.
Now, I have Verizon and I have no bars unless I stand outside the back of the the house (I rent), face Grizzly Peak and pray to the cell phone tower gods. Can you hear me know? Nope. So, Butzie hid the phone again. Since I have so little coverage, the battery ran out and I have no idea where it is. I got better reception in the Catskill Mountains and that was the country.
I bought a new phone. I still have to face that peak and still do not get reception but I will be damned if I let that phone out of my sight!
Which reminds me, if you don't think that it was Butzie, I will tell you that it I also found one of my new contacts in its packaging in the Catskills behind that very same chair.
Can you hear me know, Butzie? No more phone hiding.
So, I get back here to CA (Mom is in a great assisted living place) and I move into another place where again Butzie cannot go out unsupervised. I have a leash but she has a desire. She is not happy. So, I can't find my cell phone again. Now, this may sound strange, but I do not get cell phone coverage in my new place which is a SF Bay Area suburb. It is, however, so far from what you may perceive as a suburb. I am in one of the last vestiges of horse country.
Now, I have Verizon and I have no bars unless I stand outside the back of the the house (I rent), face Grizzly Peak and pray to the cell phone tower gods. Can you hear me know? Nope. So, Butzie hid the phone again. Since I have so little coverage, the battery ran out and I have no idea where it is. I got better reception in the Catskill Mountains and that was the country.
I bought a new phone. I still have to face that peak and still do not get reception but I will be damned if I let that phone out of my sight!
Which reminds me, if you don't think that it was Butzie, I will tell you that it I also found one of my new contacts in its packaging in the Catskills behind that very same chair.
Can you hear me know, Butzie? No more phone hiding.
