Day 7-10
We had a near-death experience last night when we returned to our condo. It looked fatal initially but with sweaty palms, I, with Carol’s calm demeanor backing me up, was able to save the victim.
She had been laying face down for hours and we assumed everything was normal as that is her usual position. But when I touched her she was cold and completely immobile!
Wilma was completely lifeless. I tried shaking her to no avail. I pressed all the right buttons, still no response. I murmured a quick prayer and squeezed the living daylights out of her power button.
Fred was on the shelf watching and vibrating. Vibrating? Fred! Have you no shame? It was only yesterday morning when I found Fred laying on top of Wilma. He said he was syncing but then why was he vibrating? Smarten up or I’m going into your settings mister!
Wilma had been cavorting with us all day in the hot sun and maybe that had been her undoing.
Carol was turning her on and off, on and off. Then turning her to the right and the left, saying she needed to get just the right shot. She even held her over some water for crying out loud! And then Carol put her in video mode… dun dun dun.
Carol is basically a primary schooler when it comes to technology. Carol’s last video was 41 minutes of the inside of her purse with the lens facing into a makeup mirror! Phones put that kind of thing into their memory.
Wilma probably was frightened. I remember Fred was beeping during that time frame but the call number was from Spain so I figured it was a robocall and I ignored it. It was Wilma asking me to save her! I began sobbing (second time that day). I’m such a bad father.
My fingertips were turning blue from squeezing so long and I was just about to give up when… I felt a quiver and I looked down at the screen. S-A-M-S-U-N-G… SAMSUNG! She was fighting for her life! Go girl! Just a little bit more! And then there it was. Carol had run her battery down to nothing! Bad father my ass, BAD MOTHER!
I stuck her lifeline into her bottom (goodness, that didn’t sound right) and there came the news we were looking for… 1% and the bubbling icon which meant she was being nursed back to her former vigor.
Apparently this dramatic moment passed quickly for Carol because as I looked back over my shoulder Carol already was leafing through a book that she had previously read and was absent-mindedly scratching at a nasty-looking mole.
I gently laid Wilma on a towel and shielded her lens from Carol. ‘Never again, never again sweet child’.
Oh ya, we’ve been having a great time. I’ll cover it in my next post.
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