hide and seek and give up and find

I knew as soon as I bought a new phone I'd find my old one, and sure enough, it turned up less than a week later,  in my car where I had looked a hundred times, wrapped in a paper towel. I had pictured it in a crack in the cliff overlooking the sea. Kind of envied it there. Now it will be donated to the women's support network.  Don't envy it there.

I guess I needed to lose the old one to be daring enough to try a new smart phone. It's supposed to have a "find my phone" app, but that turns out to involve upgrading my Mac OSX to the latest Lion version, and I don't know how much that might cost! Between constantly upgraded software, and elusive bits of hardware, and population explosion of passwords, and my aging brain, I may be doomed! But I'll keep trying. Maybe I'll surprise myself.