Long Weekend
Anytime I have to get out of my regular routine my world wobbles. Last week Old Fuzzy went to his brother-in-law's memorial service. He left early on Saturday morning, went to the service Saturday afternoon, then flew out Sunday about noon. He was home by four thirty.
I am amazed to think that we can cross the world in such a short time. There are so many things like this in our modern list of accomplishments. While he was gone we communicated with cellphones. I've even learned how to send text messages without looking like I'm swearing at the recipient. I don't have a smart phone, so sending a message is a bit difficult.
I'm not a real fan of text messages. I'm still stuck on the idea that I can punch in a number and talk to people—like, hear their voice. How cool is that? On a small flip phone the letters are difficult to see, and when I first started that journey I didn't know how to back up, put spaces between words, or delete letters I had mistakenly hit. I was doing my best to communicate with one of my dear sons with my archaic method, hoping he could decipher my code. He was texting an answer, when he asked, 'by the way, mom, why do you have no spaces between words'? He didn't ask why I had random letters in my message, I think he was saving that question for later. Or, perhaps he didn't want to over-task my abilities with too many questions at once.
My message for instance might look something like this: Imgokmningtopqthdeshmnowinutwemntwynmginutessedeyoutghen
And I would hope the person receiving it would realize that what it said was: Im going to the show in twenty minutes see you then (and they would know those extra letters weren't swear words worked into the message).
Ah, the modern lifestyle, how blessed we are. I still like the concept of hearing someone on the other end of the phone say, "Hello?"
