Four score and four days ago, I wrote a post titled “What’s underneath.”
I remember having some worry while I was writing that post, because:
- some people had expressed a wish that I write a review of an Eddie Izzard concert I had attended with my son,
- I wasn’t sure I could do that concert justice with my amateur reviewing skills, and
- I was recovering from pneumonia.
Today, my health is much better. So that worry isn’t underneath the surface, right now.
However, I AM having some worry, as I begin this blog post, because:
- some people expressed a wish yesterday that I reveal the place where my cell phone disappeared in my car and was hiding so effectively that it took smart, competent, and eager people lots of time to find it and
- I’m not sure I can do a “good enough” job of granting that request.
However, I promised I would show where my cell phone was hiding, if my readers cared enough to request that. And, a promise is a promise, people!
Now, why am I uncertain about doing a good enough job, today?
Well, I wonder if I can capture, with my amateur photography skills and other limitations, the excitement of that original, in-the-moment “reveal” when I discovered where that friggin’ phone was, in my car. I am worried that any reenactment will be WAY underneath the actual experience.
Last night, however, I put aside such worries, concerns, and trepidations, and attempted, with the help of my lovely assistant, Michael, to reenact and recapture the end of that hide-and-seek game with my cell phone, in my car. My plan, last night, was to put my phone back in its excellent hiding place, and take a picture of it, using Michael’s new phone.
The Pros of last night’s plan? It was dark, which was an accurate reenactment of the actual event. Also, the real perpetrator (my phone) would be returning to the scene of the crime.
The Cons of last night’s plan? It was dark, and the two phones would NOT cooperate, at all.
What to do? I wondered.
My lovely assistant, Michael, suggested that I go to Plan B, and take a photo this morning, before publishing today’s post.
The Pros of that plan? It’s light outside now, so I can probably capture something, even if the result is underneath my hopes and standards. Also (as expressed above), the real perpetrator would be returning to the scene of the crime.
The Cons of that plan? I’d have to get ready to leave the house, go out to my car by myself, struggle to put that friggin’ phone back in that friggin’ hiding place, twist around to somehow take a photo that’s good enough, and deal with my own laziness and perfectionism about all that.
Hey! Maybe I can dig up something from Google Images, this morning, that will do the trick, instead!
Hmmm. I wonder what search phrase might be above any others, to start? I’ll try this Google Images search first:
Mazda3 underneath steering wheel
Aha!
(I found that image here)
That’s not perfect, but I guess it’s good enough.
What else do I want to include in this post, underneath that Big Reveal, above?
How about a photo I WAS able to take successfully, last night?
I want to tell you that underneath all I wrote today, was …
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Joy.
That is NOT somebody named Joy. That’s my friend, Jeanette, whom I last saw in April, during a shared adventure in NYC, right before I came down with pneumonia. Jeanette is visiting Boston, briefly, from a city that lies underneath, in the USA: Philadelphia.
I’m pretty sure I’m right about that, geographically. Let’s check:
(image found, FINALLY, here)
You would not believe all the trouble I had to go through, just now, to bring you that good-enough map, above. At one point, I was asked to prove I was human!
I guess we never know, for sure, what’s going on, underneath, with anybody else.
Thanks to Mazda, phones (hiding or in plain sight), Jeanette, Michael, people who do their best keeping promises, and to you — of course! — for visiting today, no matter where you are on the map.