The North 4 and My Phone

I spent the morning out on the North 4 leveling dirt from high spots and filling up an old trench.  All Jubal and I did was drag dirt from one spot and fill it in at another spot, readying the pasture for grass seed for the horses.  I’d been working for about an hour, the pasture was looking so much better and the trench was filled, so it was of course then that I noticed that my iPhone was not in my pocket.  I knew what had happened, it had slipped out of my back pocket and went into the dirt.  The same dirt I was studiously moving about the pasture.  It had to be somewhere buried in the North 4.  Blast!  I was sort of in that stunned, how could I do this state.

I went into the house in shock hoping I’d find it sitting innocently next to the coffee maker, but no such luck.  In the bathroom?  The laundry room?  Under the Damn Cat?  No, it was certainly buried and buried really, really well in deep, rich, dark brown dirt and old cow poop.

How was I going to alert the Masses that I was now unable to receive their many texts and phone calls?  We don’t have a land line and of course I’ve forgotten everyone’s phone numbers anyway, so even if I had an old-fashioned phone it would be little more than useless.  My big plan was to email Number Two son in Brooklyn, NY to have him text My Loving Spouse back here in Ellensburg, WA about this dire situation and for him to not worry, that the reason I was not returning his messages, did not indeed mean I’d fallen off my tractor or anything deadly, just regular, plain stupidity.

Shoot!  I had done such a good job tractoring too!  (And yes, spell-checker, tractoring is a word!!)

I was nudged to go out one more time on foot and look for the phone.  I said to myself, “But it doesn’t work this way…”

I walked around the lovely flat dirt feeling ever so stupid….

It was nowhere, of course… it was buried and the next owner would find it in about 20 years, when they are tractoring the North 4 and wondering what kind of fool buried an iPhone.  Then out of the corner of my eye in a small hole with horse poop was a flash of pink…unbelievable…my phone.

…and I was ever so thankful for the second chance (okay, third chance.. I did almost run it over with the tractor once) and I have learned my lesson!!  No phones in back pockets when tractoring… perhaps I will leave it in the house…near the coffee maker… or even under the Damn Cat.