Perhaps the fact that I stayed in bed late and didn't leave the house until it was exactly 4:32 p.m., allowed my day to pass without incident. Then again, divine mercy should get the credit. In spite of yesterday's spill, I woke up without soreness and only purple bruises on each knee as testament to my acrobatics.
First stop after leaving the house was the Sprint store, to get my beloved Blackberry fixed; a casualty of my fall yesterday. Anyone who knows me, can testify to the fact that my phone is near me 24 hrs. a day. During daylight hours, most times it resides in either hand. That is why it was rather disconcerting to know that my dear friend had a broken smile -- a cracked screen. You may wonder why I keep my phone nearby at all times. It is not because I love to receive calls and chat a lot, but quite to the contrary, my Blackberry represents the filing cabinet of my life and my constant connection to the world. Where else can I make notes to myself (which becomes vitally important as the years pass), take an secure pictures, check my numerous email accounts, as well as listen to music, and keep in touch with the obligatory social networks, all at the touch of a few keys.
With my beloved friend whole once again, my next stop was the mall. Now wait a minute, again for those of you who know me well and are thinking that I have finally resorted to "retail therapy" to while away the hours -- NEVER. You know shopping will never be my thing. I am of the persuasion that decides beforehand on what I want to purchase and with purpose and deliberation, selects the store, goes off and gets the object or objects of my desire, end of story. No, my only purpose of going to the mall was to go to Barnes & Noble -- just couldn't disappoint the nerd in me. You see, one of the few things I find most relaxing is to spend time browsing the stacks, BY MYSELF, preferably with a cup of Starbucks, raw sugar and half n half --thank you very much.
I was able to enjoy an hour of heaven and then the buzz of the Blackberry --
"Hello!"
"Hey hon! On your way home, can you stop at the store and get something for supper."
*Poof* there went the moment. Now you know why I don't like receiving calls. (Just kidding... I love you honey!!!)
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