Wednesday, May 13, 2020

No one remembers this!

So far this week -- and I believe it's Wednesday* -- I've had to remind three people to use my landline. My coworker was upset that my cell went directly to voicemail when she knew I was there. That's why she should call my landline.

Patrick called and wanted to talk to me right away, but my cellphone was charging in the kitchen and I was in my bedroom. I didn't hear the ring, nor was I immediately aware of his urgent texts. That's why he should call my landline.

John complained about the quality of our connection. Um ... oh, hell, don't make me say it.


There's an extension in my living room and one in my bedroom. I cannot NOT hear it. The sound quality is almost always perfect. It's the same number I've had for freaking decades, so I know it's programmed into all their phones.

I will never be one of those people who carries her phone with her from room to room. I'll just lose it.† When we return to regular life, my cell phone will languish in my purse all day, because I have a perfectly serviceable landline on my office desk.

No, it doesn't accept texts or take photos. But it rings. It takes voicemail messages. It's the most dependable way to reach me when I'm at home. To borrow from Bruce Springsteen, "Use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for!"


*I lose track of the days while on shutdown.

†You have no idea how much time I waste looking for my glasses in this Covid19 days when it's unwise to wear my contacts.

When did we all get old?

My aunt is having surgery today. She has a heel spur that has been bedeviling her for almost a year now and, after a Covid-related rescheduling, she's getting it taken care of. It's not a complicated procedure. It requires only a local and she'll be home tomorrow morning. But naturally she's nervous about it. I had a gift box of chocolate raspberry cookies delivered to cheer her up. You know, a spoonful of sugar and all.

My cousin Rose had her master bathroom remodeled. This surprised me, since she hasn't lived in this house that long, and she never mentioned the bathroom one way or the other before. Not even when we discussed my own bathroom remodeling ad nauseum. Turns out her knee has been giving her grief and she just can't get in or out of the tub as easily as she used to. Not even with the grip bar. This doesn't sound like Rose! She's a traveler who recently traipsed all over Poland, checking out churches and cemeteries, looking up her ancestors. Now all of a sudden she needs a walk-in shower?

Both of these women have the unique capacity to get on my last nerve, as only family can. Yet I love them both. I hate that they are both in their 70s.

May Music Meme -- Day 13

A song you like from the 70s. Still one of my favorite lyrics: "Hold me in your hands like a bunch of flowers. Set me moving to your sweetest song. And I'll know what I think I've known all along: Loving you's the right thing to do." (Play along! Click here for prompts.)