I like talking on the phone. It lets me hear inflections, so I don't need emoticons. It helps me feel connected. I had two nice, long talks this week and they made all the difference to my peace of mind.
Violet likes hexagons. My niece and I facetimed as she gave her baby a bottle. I was thinking about my niece a lot because her maternity leave is up and I wondered how she was transitioning from stay-at-home mom to working mom. She shares a warm relationship with her in-laws and she is happy that Grandma and Grandpa are providing loving – and no-cost – in-home daycare. I got to see 6-week-old Violet and listen to her mewl. Her eyes are very big, round and brown. She's lost some of the hair she had at birth. One of my niece's cats kept photo bombing and he looked so confused when I called out to him. "Where's that noise coming from?" Both Violet's parents and grandparents read to her all the time and she likes the high contrast books best. My niece says that black-on-white and white-on-black hexagons seem to appeal to her most. She's completed 70 books and earned her first-ever award from the local library for the latest, which was in both English and Spanish. It's important Violet be comfortable with Spanish because of Grandpa Marco. He's the birth mother's father and the only one of her family interested in having a relationship with Violet. Grandpa Marco was born and raised in Mexico and my niece and her husband want Violet to feel that connection to him.
My oldest friend sounds good. I am concentrating on the vibe of the call, not the content. She was friendly and engaged, which is good to hear. But her cognition is wacky. For example, when we were talking about my upcoming Paul McCartney concert and the demand for tickets. She told me that when she saw Ringo play Ontario, CA, back in 2023, the hall was completely sold out. I recall that particular concert made national news because no one showed up. There were several things she said that were similarly untrue, but I let them go. It disturbs me, of course, but doesn't really matter, does it? The important thing is that she wasn't drowning in the blues.
There's no real substitute for conversation, is there?