Cell phone, dammit

Well, the good news is that I got the new battery that was overnight shipped to me, and I put it in the phone and charged it.

The bad news is that after four hours of charging, the phone is still deader than a doornail. It's not the battery, it's the phone.

So now I have to wait still longer for them to ship the new phone to us.

I hope I can get them to eat that prior express delivery charge.

More chicken dispatches

Our story so far: The MacPhail Center had posted a riddle ("Why did the rubber chicken cross the alley?"), and after we posted our answer, ("To stretch its legs") they posted their own answer: ("To play in the RUBBER BAND at MacPhail!")

This morning's sign in our kitchen:

"Will they be a-pickin' and a-grinning?"

MacPhail's sign at noon:

"What instruments will they play in the chicken rubber band?"

Our latest answer, posted in the window this afternoon:

"Washboard, bass, squeezebox, and a fiddle!"

Stay tuned for further developments.

Edited to add: I just went into the kitchen for a cup of tea and peered over to MacPhail to see if there were any new developments. At the same moment, two people in the practice room walked up to the window to peer over at our sign. They saw me and gave me a big grin and wave, and I grinned and waved back.

Both sides are getting an absurd amount of pleasure out of this little back-and-forth game.