Phones are something else! They used to hang around ringing on the walls never to be answered unless you were home, am I right? These days our phones are truly amazing things! Not only are they handheld but they can do the laundry, too!
When they first came out everyone was agog; a phone you could carry in your hand with immediate access to anyone AND and it played music like a radio! Fascinating.
Darling Hubby, aka DH, pokes around on his all the time. There's an app for anything he wants, just press Play Store or Zedge. Voila'! An app to brush his teeth!
His cell phone has Waze. His WAZE are not our ways, LOL. His WAZE is W, A, Z, E, an app for how to drive from here to there with estimated times of arrival. Careful. These cell phones are so good they just might have an app to tell when the next granddaughter is estimated to arrive!
DH also uses Voice Search like Googling. And he uses Alarm Clock and Weatherbug. Part of his poking around is to decide on ring tones, and notification alert beeps, and alarm clock buzzers. After listening for a half hour or more of things like Baby Shark, I'm A Gummy Bear, Cher's Gypsy Tramps & Thieves, Cotton Eye Joe, to meows, thunder clapping, and farts, he settled on an animal sound.
So, here we are at Bob Evans, more or less killing time. The power's out, no electric at home, and we're hungry and cold. The dear sweet waitress confirmed that we were welcome to stay and play some rummy until Duke Energy sends one of their own notification alerts that our power has been restored.
While DH, darling hubby, is ordering his Compound Omelette With a Side of Hurt My Heart Bacon, we all hear "Ribbit. Ribbit-ribbit-ribbit." Waitress's eyes shift left, then right, then at me, "I hear frog."
We all laughed!
We pointed to the phone and explained it was DH's ringtone.
This morning, on our third day of "no school due to negative degree weather", I'm in bed listening to DH's phone. No, it's not ringing. It's white noise. Did you know there's a new thing now called pink noise? Shoot, there's also blue noise and brown noise. I digress. We're listening to white noise, a nighttime sound to deepen sleep. So, here we are lying in our now warm and comfy beds listening to this waterfall.
Imagine it, soft white streams of sparkling water cascading down the side of the hill to spill easily with a swoosh into the waters below. Lazily stirring, not fully awake, still in the afterglow of a dream state, comes a sound, "Ribbit. Ribbit-ribbit-ribbit."
How apropos! Where else but in the waterfall of my mind would a frog be? In my bedroom, that's where he be!
Even in sleep DH reaches out to make me laugh!
Miss Lilly makes me laugh, too. Just like her papaw she loves frogs.
Last evening, while we played Euchre, she played with a bucket of miniature animals. This green labeled bucket comes complete with a little plastic gray mountain, some thin fragile palm trees, a few dinosaurs like stegosaurus, triceratops, and pterodactyl, a sheep, and a frog. Wait a minute! A sheep? Yep, he was a transfer from the Fisher Price farm barn.
She, though, spied the frog. Frog got a loving "Awwwww". I shuffled the deck. Frog got pressed into her cantaloupe slice. I dealt 5 cards to each of the 4 players, slide, snap, slide, snap, pick 'em up, fan 'em out. Miss Lilly says, "Froggy in the wa. ter." Miss Lilly is only 2, and she speaks in a high pitched "meow" kind of voice and each syllable is said like it's its own word. I'm replaying what she said in the back of my mind. "Froggy in the wa. ter."
Whoops! She's headed out of the room! She's going to the bathroom! We'd just filled buckets of water for the power outage and I hadn't emptied them yet. Some are still sitting in the tub. And...she's gone!
So am I. Like a burgeoning shot of water out of a garden hose, I had to arrive at the tub before she did. And...I did! Miss Lilly was still toddling to the door, holding Mr. Green Frog out in front of her leading the way, "Froggy in the wa. ter."
May I have one frog to go, please!
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