With eyes wide open

"Beep Beep" "Beep Beep" the saga of my cell phone continues. Or not- not my cell phone, that is. 

You see, I own a nice little number that neatly fits into my palm. Sleek, black, ladylike. 

One day while trying to figure it out, I pressed a few buttons here, played with a few options there, heard the various ring-tones and finally decided to stay with the lilting sounds that I had originally chosen to announce my calls. After all was done, I closed shut my black beauty, cradled it in my palm and proceeded to admire it one more time. 

Except, my cell phone now showed no time, its sweet face a blank- expressionless, dumb. I headed for the landline and called my cell. It rang, but no number (or any thing else) was visible on its shut screen. :-( I tried working it some more but to no avail. This has been my phone for the longest time and all the fancy 'free upgrades' had so far failed to persuade me to switch my loyalties. 

I was worried and tried to hide the panic from my self but I just knew it was something my son would easily fix. Well, it was not to be. He tried and tried again and again. Then we tried to have it fixed at the AT&T store but no luck. Well, you guessed it- I did not like any of the 'free upgrades' or any other phone in the store. 

My son just swapped my sim card into his old phone and I just ran with it. He has this heavy masculine orange colored mass of stability, which yours truly has somehow destabilized. I've managed to stuff it up and it now works only if I have the 'speaker on'.

"Beep Beep, Beep Beep", I better see what it wants me to, 'call' voicemail-done-'speaker', -done-and it is a new voicemail from my daughter, 

"Mum, Mum, guess who I saw today...Jude Law..I was.." is as far as I heard, then hung up to call her right back!

"Rrrrrringggg, rrrrrrring, rrrrring...", it goes to her voicemail. I am disappointed. yet, I leave an excited message, "Hey, Eyes Wide Open" I say, how many people in NYC and you get to see all these folks..."

Can't wait to hear back from her. Get all the goss on where, when and how? Is there a picture? Is he cute? You know, all the usual questions.

Maybe I'll keep you updated here. 

Or maybe not, I do not want to jinx her spree of sightings. Or, mine? After all I'm the one, living vicariously.. 

:-)<mm"

Meeting Miranda

"Mum guess who I saw today?" she said before I could even say "Hello" into my cell phone.

 Through the static of my 'operable by speaker mode only' cell phone (actually my son's old cell phone) I heard the excitement but struggled to get the words as she continued. 

"Miranda?" I shouted back, "What about Miranda?" 

More excitement, more static and, "I met her" "I had my photo taken with her" 

"But who Miranda, what about her?", I shout right back- again. 

She does not hear me and goes on, "She is so beautiful, even better in real life, with very good skin...very lovely, so beautiful" 

Well, whoever it is, it sure must have been an up close encounter for my daughter to be so excited and have been so observant. 

"Where was she? What about her", I'm still trying to get a word in. 

"She was with her son". 

"Who?" I try again..

"And her minder, and guess what? I was the last one to have my photo taken with her." "Afterwards another girl wanted her picture taken and the minder said no more pictures..." 

More huffing and puffing as I hear the sounds and sirens of NYC in the background and realize she is walking. 

"I have no idea who you are talking about..", I try to remain calm

"Miranda, mama- MIRANDA!.." as if I should know, because there is only one Miranda on this planet. 

 "From Sex in the City Miranda, Mummy!!- Cynthia Nixon!!" she shouted again, as if she was talking to a dodo.

Ah, characters, characters- why do they get to us? Now, if she would have only said Cynthia Nixon the first time, I may have stumbled a bit, but jogged my memory and would have known- of course the name rings a bell, but let me put a face..10 seconds tops! It was the "Miranda, Miranda" that was confounding me. 

"Ah, I see, how exciting!" I say and want to know more, "so where was she?"

"At the 2008 Komen New York City Race for the Cure, where I was volunteering today..Central Park". "She is the Grand Marshall for the Race...she looks amazing in person...much much better than in Sex in the City.." 

I let my daughter ramble on, once again living vicariously through her.

"ahhh so awesomely cool!!!:-)" comments a friend of hers, on her Facebook album. 

I agree!