Dance Of The Sugar Plum Phone

Back in my younger days I used to take dance lessons and also gymnastics.  I loved it.  I loved the “tap, tap, tap” of my tap shoes; however, I had to practice in the basement due to the loudness.  Me?  Loud?  NEVER!  I also loved gymnastics.  I was known to cartwheel all the way from our rental house down to the lake when we were on vacation.  Why do I bring dancing and gymnastics up now?  Well, because of my phone, of course!

Ok, let me explain.  My phone and I are in a somewhat battle with each other.  You see, I just want to plug in my phone and have it charge.  My phone has a different agenda.  My phone wants me to “dance” with it.

Every night I go through the same ritual.  Plug in the phone….wait…plug in the phone….wait….plug in the phone and stare longingly into the wallpaper of the phones eyes to wait for that charge light.  Sounds easy enough.  Nope.  My phone and I go through a series of dances.  It is not up to me what determines which type of dance we do, it is up to the phone.  

Some nights, the phone is happy with a slow Waltz.  Other times, it’s like I am doing a Cha Cha, or better yet a Lindy Hop.  Yes, I believe the Lindy Hop is a better description.  Apparently, besides going back and forth, my phone loves to be put in the air…a lift you might say.

I never took ballet; however, this is also what my phone likes to do. Many a plie have been done to charge the phone.  If only I had a bar put in my room, this would make it much easier.  I might add, depending on how my phone is acting, this would also determine the type of bar needed in the room.  Malibu and pineapple, anyone?

So I practice nicely with my phone all the various dances just to charge it.  Instead of being impatient with the phone, I just learn to be patient and let the phone choose when it is ready to quit the dance.  I have learned if I shake and growl at the phone, this does NOTHING.  Kind of like when you ask your child to do something and it could take 10 years to do.  

I will continue to do my dance of the sugar plum phone.  Why not get a new one?  Well, it is not time to get one, of course.  Isn’t it always that way?  When something breaks, the warranty runs out, etc. etc.  Maybe my phone will let ME choose a dance for a change.  Like this fabulous picture of “me” doing the epic water dance.