Grandma Henke

After spending two wonderful months watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean we packed up our belongings yesterday and moved north to Warren’s driveway.   He has a nice spot to the side of his house that we can park our motor home and tie into his electricity and it is nice to be here with his family for a while.

On our way here we stopped at Kim and Brett’s house to get our little car.   It was there that I discovered my cellular phone was missing.   I searched and searched the motor home and my pockets and purse and it was nowhere to be found.   Lynn was helping me look and I told him, “search beneath and under cushions because I remember tucking between something so it would be safe … still no luck.   Calling it we went straight to the message.

We finally determined it must have fallen out of my pocket when we stopped to fill up the propane tank.    My son in law, Brett, thought he had an old phone hanging around that I could use but I already thinking of replacing my old Motorola Razr with a nifty new, smarter one.

I was sitting in Kim’s family room when I heard the familiar bleep of my phone when it is back in a service area.   I hurried and looked in my purse and pockets … no phone.  Several minutes later I heard another bleep … “What the heck?”    Suddenly I remembered what I had tucked it safely between … near my heart.

I guess this means no new phone in the near future.