found again, found again, and i would never know it

The cell phone that we found and was lying around the kitchen IS my old phone! It looked so familiar! But I didn't think it's mine! Jill even said that ("we think it looks like your phone, Ariela"), and my brain didn't process it! (I thought she meant it looked like my current phone... which it does -- I was busy noticing that. They both have a removable faceplate whose grayish blue color ironically only adds to the drabness of the phone.)

This morning I looked at it and I still wondered whose it was. Who might have forgotten a phone at a party and not called us about it yet? I'll see if I can garner clues from the address-book inside. It's off, not surprising that it has no battery charge left. I figure it can't hurt to see if any of my chargers can power it up.

I take it to my room and plug in my phone charger. No beeps, it's not charging. Hmm, I have more to try... I dig out an old charger from box of assorted generations of unused chargers & accessories. This one must be the cell charger... cause it's not currently connected to disused speakers. Maybe this starts my brain-gears associating, but in all honesty I still don't recognize the phone at that point.

After finding a spot on my power-strip for the chunky bit of the charger, I plug it in and am disappointed to still hear no beep. I don't have any more likely chargers. I pick up the phone to double-check that it isn't drawing power, and see the big square screen fill with diagonal lines. OH MY GOD! This is my phone!!! Recognition re-illuminates everything.

The bizarre powering-on sequence! Why, for goodness sake, diagonal lines? And, now I see the distinctive scratch on the center-right -- I know this phone! That shiny useless GPS button on the back -- I examined it when I was looking at the phone before. How did I forget that was such a distinctive part of my phone before? It came covered with a circle of blue plastic-film that I tried to leave on as long as I could because it made the button look cooler. The disappointment that the "button" neither gave to pressure, nor allowed me to find out my own geographic coordinates at will. The day the static cling, or whatever other adhesive ability kept the blue highlighting on, gave up. This was my phone! Sitting in the far stairs at work, on my office-mate's cell phone, calling in my Lost Phone report. "We can only retrieve the address book from a deactivated phone if you have the actual phone with you." Well now I have my phone back, even with the little 4-way rocker button in the center hard-linked to useful functions unlike my new one that it linked to the pay-features I don't intend to use. I left it charging up on my bed.

The temptation to take it in with me was strong. I could hear my old ring again =) See if I liked it more or less than this new, less peppy, one I've grown used to on the new phone. I could scroll thru my address book, matching by number and by name, and seeing who is in there that I forgot! I felt so bereft when I lost the phone, and I knew some of the numbers in there I wasn't likely to be able to get again. That makes me a little reluctant to actually go look at them -- lost information is always less precious than you remember.