No More Cell Phone...For Now

In an attempt to show off to my wife my physical prowess in a jump of several steps, while on a dock, over the Willamette River, I made the jump fine, only to hear a noise. The noise was of my cellphone which was launched from my shirt pocket hitting the edge of the dock, and before I could realize what was happening, it rolled into the river. Funny, huh! We had a good laugh, so it may be a few weeks before I have a new cellphone and a new number, in which I will inform all those who need to know of the new number.

Last night, I had several dreams involving my cellphone. I only remember one, however. I was standing on shore and there were many water spirits in front of me taking on human form. Only one was close, however. It was skinny, pale, and had black curly hair. It was rather androgenous. It held my cellphone in its left hand, and held me at bay with its right. It had a rather mischievous look on its face. The look said, this is mine now, thanks. You don't get it back. It was rather happy about its new acquisition. I just smiled and let it go. I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

So, if you have my old cellphone number, and want to talk with a water spirit, you might give it a try. If you don't get my voicemail and someone answers, it might just be a water spirit. Tell them hello.