Posted by: mydarkestplaces | September 9, 2010

The Old Ways

There’s something to be said for the old ways of communication – before cell phones, email, texting. Everything was delayed. One could go around happily in a bubble without worrying about the news someone was going to tell them (but hasn’t told them what the news is, just that there’s news).

For example, my mom called asking to make a date. “Nothing’s wrong, I just need my daughter.” This is a situation that’s never come up and now all I can think about is what calamitous news is about to befall our family this month.

In the old days I wouldn’t have known. I wouldn’t have been left wondering what shoe was about to drop because I wouldn’t have even known another shoe was about to.

Postscript: My mother just wanted to talk about some posts that I had written previously that she had just seen. Still slightly traumatic as they are not comforting events, but nothing earth- or family shattering.


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