A couple of odd happenings around the homestead over the past few days...let's start with this one.
Sunday, after returning from Walmart, The Pony and I were in the kitchen putting away our provisions. He was carrying bags to the cutting block, putting away items that require more than a step or two (Val has to save her knees for her casino trip that has now been rescheduled to Thursday). I was at the kitchen counter, cutting apart a double pack of ibuprofen.
That's the sound my cell phone makes when it takes a picture. It was laying to my right, within arm's reach. But I had not touched it for at least 10 minutes. It was on the main screen showing all the apps, except it had gone dark, you know, from lack of use. But now I heard this noise. It startled me.
"What in the not-heaven was THAT? Was that my phone, taking a picture?"
"That's what it sounded like."
I picked it up and pushed the power button to light up the screen. It was still on the camera setting. Showing the kitchen on the screen as I moved it to and fro, waiting for me to push the picture-taking button.
WHAT THE NOT-HEAVEN!
That means the phone, all by itself, opened up the camera app AND pushed its own button to take a picture.
Of course the picture was nothing. Just black. Because, you know, my phone is so old that the hole where there should be a lens for the camera is on the back side of the phone. No selfies for Val, unless she wants to take a chance on how she will look, taking one blind, looking into the back of her phone.
Not sure what that was all about. I sent the photo to my computer anyway, so I could look at it larger and see if anything spooky appeared. Nope. Here it is. Enjoy.