The Great Geezer is heading north to a thanksgiving lunch. He’s bringing mother’s solution…KFC, but ordered online. A great call. I need to get on the horn to the dentist to tell him my temp keeps falling out. I need to call the regular doc too. G returned the many and repeated robo calls from his new gastroenterologist and confirmed tomorrows appointment. I talked with my eldest…several times. My youngest called me; I called her back. Amazing. Bobbie remembered to call me this morning.
Life is being lived on the telephone here….and it’s ok after all.