Of cell phones, wintry woes and horses

The answer is “Yes!”

The response is “Yipee!”

The lost cell phone I wrote about in this space last weekend – the phone that was playing hide-and-go seek with me for more days than I care to be without such a convenience – was finally found.

It was not by me, of course, although I had looked with fervor high and low, inside and out, to no avail, all the while suffering comments from Better Half, that included the accusation that I wanted to get a new phone.

Who? me?

I knew there was a new development in the missing phone caper when Better Half walked over to me at the kitchen table one evening where I was seated and gave me that all-knowing, smug stare that interpreted meant he was wise to something that I was not.

Out he extended his right hand, in the palm of which was my cell phone.


I was happy, but in an agitated kind of way, because we’d both looked in the same places. He just happened to get lucky.

“Where did you find it?” I asked the million dollar question.

Turns out the phone was in the underlining of the recliner, holding out there until Better Half gave the chair a good shake.

We’d both looked there before under the cushion and under the chair, since this is a place where I park with frequency and poorly practice the art of keeping my eyelids up.

A quarter fell out of the lining, too, he announced.

“There you go,” I told him.

“That’s your finder’s fee.”


I thought for a moment last Tuesday that my feet were going to reunite with my sandals for the first time in too many months as the weather improved drastically, then soured before you could say “spring!”

It’s been a tough winter, one of too much eating and too little activity.

The last time I got the chance to see my horse, she reaffirmed that, looking at me as if to say, I’d gained weight and no way was I getting on her back until I got serious about some spring training.

I’d cooperate if only the weather would.


Speaking of horses, I got the chance to dress up as a horse and get some more mileage out of my Halloween outfit.

If you don’t have talent, you can always dress up like a horse and host a talent show, which is exactly what I got to do at the Richmond United Methodist Church’s annual talent show.

I had my doubts whether or not I’d be able to attend, though.

That day, I was feeling a little “hoarse.”

Happy trails and keep your cell phone in your saddlebag.

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at jkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)