I do soooooooo love my cell phone. I love the easy contact I have with the outside world.
It is not, however, without conundrums. Like, who changed the ringtone on my timer?
I use my timer a lot. I use it all the time when I'm stringing beads. I secure the knot on my bracelets with really strong glue and need to hold it in place for a minute. Hence the timer.
I used to count to 60 before I knew my cell phone had a timer. That should be embarrassing but it's not. I know I have limitations.
So - back to that specific ringtone. But wait, I want you to know that I have different ringtones for incoming emails, texts and naturally incoming calls. I just wanted to get that in there so you'd know I wasn't a complete "know-nothing" when it comes to cells.
So - back to the specific ringtone again. I had it set to quiet bells. Rather melodious but this morning I was startled to hear a revving motorcycle. A Harley, I think.
I actually love the sound of motorcycles but I wouldn't have set it for my timer notification so . . . how'd it get there???
The only plausible answer I could come up with is that John Wilson somehow gained entry into our home and switched it on me. He does stuff like that.
Or, maybe all you techies out there reading this blog entry have a better explanation.
I'm waiting. I'm waiting.
