We took our granddaughter home yesterday. It wasn’t a good day, but that’s another story. Her home is two and one-half hours away. That usually stretches to three hours by the time we’ve made the seemingly inescapable stops on our way through town. Since we couldn’t find a dog sitter for our pack of Shih Tzus it was a quick-turnaround trip. Seven small dogs aren’t too bad to travel with but they can be unnerving for some people, including our son-in-law, especially in a small home that houses a toddler, a baby and a hyperactive 6-year old. Our daughter made us dinner and after eating we headed back.
By the time we reached the mountain pass over the Cascades it was dark. A semi-truck hauling a long, flatbed trailer was parked in a chain-up area near the top. It was a strange sight floating in the darkness with bumper lights looking like a wide, red mouth and parking lights appearing as glowing yellow eyes.
The creative juices started to flow. A story began to swirl in my head. Unable to use my laptop the story tumbled out of my mouth with my husband playing the role of the audience. A children’s story probably. A bit of a mystery. At one point I even created two lines that rhymed. I felt so clever. But I knew the story would never remain in my head for the next 90 minutes. What a quandary. No computer. Too dark for paper and pen. How in the world could I record it before it got lost in the ether that serves as my brain?
The solution? My cell phone. I used the notepad tool to write down my story. I had to “Save” and open a new screen five times to get it all recorded but record it I did! Now it’s just a matter of retyping it into my computer. This was the second time I’ve used my cell phone to record a literary creation.
I don’t have a Smartphone, but I love my little communication device all the same.