(me with my friend Kathleen, sitting in the kitchen on my birthday)
You all know I dream of the simple life.
Just last week, I was outside during the warm spell, and had a little memory hit me hard. Usually a smell can trigger that, but this time it was just the weather.
Playing outside, running up and down hills, hearing crickets and birds.
And the phone ringing.
Of course my mom would answer it…it was almost always for her anyways.
And then she would talk for a minute or two, and be done.
Sometimes, but rarely, she talked longer.
But then I was thinking about how little, by comparison to our lives, our parents were distracted by outside life. A couple channels on the TV, no cell phones, and one or two home phones that didn’t have call waiting, or caller ID, or answering machines, AND best of all,
were attached by a long, curly cord.
Meaning my mom could NOT cook dinner and chat on the phone.
Or drive a car, and chat on the phone.
Or tie shoes, and chat on the phone.
In other words, she was PRESENT, most of the day with little distraction.
I remind myself of this often.
Why could I not be brave enough to buy one of these now?
I want one.
Do you know anyone who still uses a phone like this? A wall phone with a cord? No answering machine? Nothing else.
Tell me who.
Even if they’re 90.
I want to daydream about it some more.