 |
| Today's evening beach walk. (thank god) There were hundreds of gulls. |
I heard THIS today as I was driving and had to pull over. If you're a regular reader here, you'll remember that about a month ago I LOST DAN'S VOICEMAILS. I was overjoyed to hear that after three days the 11 engineers working to recover the lost message from this guy's wife succeeded. If you Google "lost voicemails from loved ones" you'll see that is not how it usually goes. I recommend you have a box of kleenex handy if you do Google that. Just reading the search results page without actually clicking on anything is enough to shatter your heart.
Here's the thing. A voicemail is not just a recording of a person's voice. It's a recording of them speaking directly to you and only you. Those words are for your ears only. And they've had a few seconds to gather their thoughts while they listened to your outgoing message. They want to talk to you. They have something to say. They want to talk to you so bad that they're going to talk even though you're not really there in person listening.
So yeah. Fuck you T-Mobile.
And speaking of the voices of loved ones, it's monumentally ironic that as I type this, I'm opening up my iTunes to drown out the sound of my mother who is on one of her moaning jags. Are you okay? Do you need something? Can I help you? Do you need a pain pill? These are the questions I've politely asked while my brain is screaming shutupshutupshutupshutupshuthefuckup.
So yeah. Fuck you old age and all the meds with the weird side effects and every other degenerative thing that can make a person moan and groan non-stop without even knowing it.
Yeah. It's 9:00 and I'm going to bed.
5 comments:
Oh, Denise. I'm sorry.
You know, I've never thought of voice mails like that. Now I do.
I, too, am so sorry.
Fuck all of it.
It's heartbreaking that you lost those voice mails. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry you can't find a way to retrieve them, it really sucks.
But your picture of the ocean and the sky? I could look at it for hours. Do you ever just sit down in the sand and watch it like a movie? Or is walking the better way to see more? Walking on a beach is the most calming and interesting thing I can think to do, and I'm really looking forward to summer to do it again.
You may not have the recorded voice, but looking at that view, feeling the wind and sun and hearing the birds and the waves, I hope you feel him everywhere around you, and inside you, and somehow, maybe feel a little lighter. xo
i hear you, Denise. Old age truly sucks.
Post a Comment