Calls in Postcards 4

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.

• Himself: Cured of his common cold. He’s back to being his funny self again.
• Herself: NCIS night I reminded himself.
• Reading: Just finished Francis’s “To the Hilt.” I literally could not put this one down.
• Gratitudes: Today, Dick Francis.