Hand written on a piece of notebook paper is my blog entry I knew I would run sometime this week. This was written on Sunday, October 6th.
I have a pit in my stomach. I know I’m missing something. Someone could be trying to reach me. There could be an emergency. I feel like I’m going to throw up!
For less than an hour, sitting in this car, I am without my cell phone. It is home and I am sitting in this parking lot of PetSmart waiting for my foster dog to come home from an in-town adoption event. No one is here and I don’t know if the van is later coming back from the city or I am late in meeting it. I want my phone!
Normally I would be on the phone checking but here I am living “old school.” I grew up like this. I spent most of my 20s without anyone having 24/7 access to me. Andy and I might have bought our first cell phone in the early 90s but that was strictly for emergencies like when the car ran out of gas while I was driving on the Major Deegan Highway in the Bronx (note: not my fault – the gas gauge said half a tank!). I didn’t use the monster-sized cell phone to entertain myself — just to call Triple A.
Now we can’t seem to live without the glow of the Iphone or Android or whatever “smart” phone you have. Sure wish I had even the old giant-sized Motorola with the giant antenna right now. I have been here for 45 minutes without seeing anyone from the rescue. I hope I have to drive back and pick Kibbles up from somewhere.
My heart broke a little thinking that Kibbles was adopted and I wouldn’t see him again. Luckily for me, it was just a snafu between the rescue not being able to reach me and when they didn’t see me in the parking lot they took him to another volunteer’s house. I happily picked him up later that night. He’s my right hand man and this week he met a new best friend Yogi. Yogi is a new client for me. Enjoy this video of Kibbles and Yogi!