My Sweet Daughter just bought her first single family home -- a cute 800-square-foot bungalow (with a finished basement)...and a garage that's almost another 800 square feet! It's a bit older than I am -- and in almost as good shape!
I had the delight of working with her to do some prep work before she moved in yesterday, Just a bit ago, I called her on her cell (the land line is not hooked up yet -- that's another story!) -- and she immediately said, "I can't talk long, Mom; this is expensive!" I replied, "But...I called you."
Apparently, long-distance rates on cell phones are exhorbitant, even if you didn't initiate the call.
Kind of puts a different spin on "Reach out and touch someone", doesn't it?
What I wanna know is, just who is laughing all the way to the bank? Can I tell their kids how much it costs to keep in touch? Their grand-kids?
Disgusting.
Or....maybe not. I can go back to snail mail. Just think: pretty stationery, personal, hand-written notes in non-abbreviated language...perhaps kept under a pillow for prayers, or stuck in a scrapbook for remembrance, or collected, like my father's WWII letters...
