Update on Cell Phone Tricks

I was just kidding.

Your cell phone, and mine, cannot shorten or lengthen the distance to the summit of any mountains. As a matter of fact, any mountain worth its salt will be way out of cell phone receptivity anyway.

Your cell phone, and mine, cannot jam radar. And when you "blow by" a patrolman, even if his radar doesn't register your 80 MPH speed, his eyes will and he can still stop you. I guess.

Your cell phone, and mine, currently cannot be used to tag left-behind bags of groceries at the store, nor can it tell you what aisle something is in.

Your cell phone, and mine, cannot get you quicker service in the shoe store. Unfortunately.

The only point and shoot thing I know of that my cell phone is capable of is in relation to music, where I can point my cell phone toward the source of a recorded song and if I have bought the appropriate application, my phone will tell me the title and artist of the song.

My own cell phone does its best work when I use it to make calls, send text messages, add notepad notes, and keep track of my appointments. It does a decent job taking photos. Other than that, it's just a handy alarm clock and device to keep me on my toes wondering if I'm going to get a call at an inconvenient time.

OK?

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Something SOOOOO Cool

My wonderful family of origin lives just one short mile from me -- in three different houses on the same street. I spend lots of time on that street and while visiting my parents recently, I noticed a high-pitched, annoying sound coming from across the street. I asked my parents about it and they said it goes on 24/7 and had been for quite some time. After another couple visits, I really began to be annoyed by this noise, especially because their street is so very peaceful. So, I put my Siouxsie Columbo trench coat on.

First, I drove around the industrial park that backs up to their street and listened carefully around the building I thought was the one. No dice. Next, I walked into their neighbor's yard across the street, in case it was some annoying bug zapper or something. All the way to the back of the yard and I could see that it was definitely NOT coming from the neighbor's yard. (But they have an awesome backyard.)

I consulted the handy-dandy county auditor's website because now I was sure that it was one of the buildings in the industrial park. I found my parents' street, then found the industrial park street (quite time-consuming because I had to keep entering random addresses) and made my way down the street until I found the building that backs up to the neighbor's house. The street is a U-shape and I was thinking the correct building was the right joint of the U but it was actually the left joint. No wonder I hadn't heard the sound.

I drove over to the correct building and parked my car, thinking that I should probably tell someone where I am (always the safety hound, that's me). I walked toward the left end of the building and VOILA! There it was! I could tell that a fan way up high in the building was the source of the squeak.

Then I drove down to the other end of the building where there was an open door and I poked my head in and waited until I got the attention of a worker. He put me onto "Bob" the shift supervisor, who walked down to the other end with me and told me he would have the maintenance crew look at the fan asap.

Apparently, they did, because my mom told me today that the noise is GONE! Is that not SOOO cool?

I love solving puzzles, especially when they result in additional peace for people I love!

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