Yes, it happened. My iPhone fell in the toilet. The good news: it was a clean toilet. The bad news: it was a toilet, and the phone was submerged in water.
I grabbed it out with hardly a second thought. Turned it off. Toweled it off. Shook it out. Grabbed the hairdryer, no heat, and blew that on it for a few seconds. And then stuck it in my purse and went to work, because I was already late.
After a couple meetings I remembered what I'd heard about rescuing drenched phones by letting them dry out while submerged in rice. Home for lunch where I confessed to Marty what had happened (he'd been sleeping at the time) while I pulled out the rice.
The internet says to leave it in rice for 24-48 hours before attempting to turn it back on again.
24-48 hours is a really, really long time to 1) be without a cell phone (I didn't even know how to call Marty's cell or our home number with our new phone numbers) and 2) be in limbo about whether the phone was ruined.
Tonight after work was time for the big reveal. And miracle of miracles--it works! Such a relief!
score-- iPhone: 1 toilet: 0
Maybe it's time to invest in either an insurance plan or a waterproof case for it.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Not so sneaky Razor
With the move into a new place, one of the things we had to figure out is where to put Cher's food so that Cher can get it, but Razor can't. In the past we've used a low bookshelf, a dresser, and a platform in the bathroom. When we first moved into this house we put Cher's food on a box--there were plenty of them sitting around, and it worked. But as we've been working on unpacking boxes, we tried to move her food to a more permanent location. Our master bedroom has a ledge in front of the main window. It's not as tall as some of the other places we've put it, but we thought it was OK.
Two nights ago I became suspicious that Razor was somehow getting access to Cher's food. The main clue was that Cher's bowl was completely empty--not a single crumb left at the end of the night--and Cher was particularly vocal about wanting more food.
Last night the same thing.
Today Razor gave herself away. I was talking on the phone and Razor was in the bedroom with me. I sat up and saw her standing on the ledge. Checking out Cher's already empty bowl. Once she realized that I saw her and that she was caught, she slinked off the ledge as if she hoped she were invisible.
Clearly, we need a new spot for Cher's food.
Two nights ago I became suspicious that Razor was somehow getting access to Cher's food. The main clue was that Cher's bowl was completely empty--not a single crumb left at the end of the night--and Cher was particularly vocal about wanting more food.
Last night the same thing.
Today Razor gave herself away. I was talking on the phone and Razor was in the bedroom with me. I sat up and saw her standing on the ledge. Checking out Cher's already empty bowl. Once she realized that I saw her and that she was caught, she slinked off the ledge as if she hoped she were invisible.
Clearly, we need a new spot for Cher's food.
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