Dear Mom, how are things going up there in heaven? You talking to dad yet? Well, I have another deadline due tomorrow, and just like cleaning my room, I waited until dad got home.
Been thinking about writing you for a while now but life gets pretty crazy sometimes here at the coffee shop. However, I found a little time. We are in our summer slowdown now, so when the heat hits, everyone forgets they live in Arizona and they stay inside for a while. It will take a few weeks before they start venturing out again.
Anyway, my cell phone rang the other day and for some reason I thought of you. I was thinking about how mad you would get if I didn’t call you at least once a week. Thinking about that now, it doesn’t seem like such an inconvenience. I wish I could call and talk with you several times a week.
Back then no cell phones. I really kind of miss those days when if you weren’t home, you didn’t answer. I also remember paying a little extra to have an unlisted number. Boy, do I miss that option! We get calls from salespeople in India with a local area code. So, you just don’t answer if you don’t recognize the number. What a pain.
Of course, we never leave the house without our phone clipped on our hips. Or in Barb’s case, in her back pocket, in her purse, left on the kitchen counter, bathroom vanity, and/or the living room coffee table. “Where’s my phone?” has become a common question whenever we are leaving the house. It was so much simpler when you never had to look for your phone; it was either on the kitchen wall or in your bedroom. You couldn’t take it with you.
I know, I know, a recurring theme here, I am getting old. I know we can’t go back to just one land line with an extension. But when you didn’t know any better it was just fine. Like most technology, you didn’t know you needed it until you did.
I guess we are on our phones so much we forget to use it to call the people we care about the most and just say, “Hi.” I called my big buddy Bill yesterday to do just that. It was good to hear his voice again mom. I still remember yours.
When I finally got around to calling you, we would always find something to laugh about. If I complained about not having something I wanted, you would say, “Be careful what you ask for Tim, you just might get it.” I still want a lot of stuff I don’t have, but now I have Barb to bring me back to reality.
Well, Barb, Stephen, and Kelly all say “Hi.” They miss you too. Tell the brothers I miss them also and I won’t wait so long to write.
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