KC (of Pixie Place II), her granddaughter, and I met for breakfast and a ceremonial exchange of eggs and dehydrated spaghetti yesterday. She gave me money, too, and I was so busily gabbing (imagine that!) that I forgot to give her change. I intended to hand her change over to her as I paid my tab, but I absent-mindedly stuffed it in my wallet because the conversation was so scintillating. (Hunh. The school kids say that NOBODY ever uses words like that in real life. So there.)
KC dehydrates food like spaghetti and meatballs for taking on camping trips. It has never occurred to me to dehydrate complete meals. I suppose it is because SwampMan’s knee problems prevent us from going anywhere in which actual walking is required, so we are not hiking into remote areas where the only food is that which we carry on our back. If I had to carry, say, two weeks’ worth of food on my back, I suppose I would get those pre-packaged hiker meal things which are EXPENSIVE. KC is way smarter than THAT.
I really, really like meeting up with KC. I always learn something interesting! My contribution to the conversation? How to take care of a quadriplegic sheep. I’m going to have to become more interesting STAT or I’ll be breakfasting alone soon.
I actually got to breakfast first this time (imagine that!) and immediately started worrying that I’d told her the wrong restaurant in which to meet. My phone no longer functions properly since I dropped it in the surf. Somebody in manufacturing needs to anticipate that I will drop my cheapass phone in the salt water at some point and properly harden electronics against this eventuality, but maybe I should just suck it up and purchase another phone. It will still text, however, and I was able to text her as to my location. I can still hear other people calling ME on my phone. Nobody, though, can hear ME respond. This could be a feature, I suppose.
I don’t know that a several hundred dollar phone would still continue to do any of its many functions if it got dropped into the surf. My brother’s Iphone is pretty damn pissy about mistreatment. My son has killed any number of expensive phones, as has my daughter. Taking delicate care of small electronic items is obviously missing from our shared genetic background. My phones have been replaced not because they have broken (this would be the first), but because they have been dropped into concrete, etc. I have been thinking about upgrading to a $25 phone, but I dunno. I’m thinking about just keeping my broken phone because that way I don’t have to talk to anybody about where I am and why I ain’t cookin’ his dinner.