Sometimes the phone ringing can be just another distraction to me. Other times it is quite literally a lifeline to the "outside world". And then there are those times when you just want to turn the ringer off and/or unplug it.
It was one of those days that started out "uh-oh" and then became an "aaahhh". How did I know that I had reached the "aaahh"? Because someone called me and had the wrong number. And I was nice. EXTREMELY nice. So nice that they thanked me for being so nice.
I made friends with Ma Bell at that very moment.
Simply put-this is a blog about the city girl I used to be-the country girl I am now-and the things that are important to me. This is about the journey of life from the tiny to enormous and joyous bits in between. Here we are learning the hard way about gardening, homesteading, canning, solar-living, wood-cookstoving, animal husbandry and wearing out a lot of flip-flops along the way.
1 comment:
I love the picture in your header. Such a great home!
Yes, I have a real love/hate thing going on with the phone as well. I generally don't answer if I don't know who it is. Writing is so much.... quieter.
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