An engaging phone conversation is something yours truly has always appreciated, as evidenced by this photo of yours truly taken in bygone (way bygone years).
In a recent
FB post on my personal FB Page, I mentioned how grateful I was that Jenny from Santa Barbara had phoned me to see how I was faring in the lockdowns brought on by the
coronavirus pandemic while still dealing with the aftermath of my broken greater tuberosity.
As I stated in that entry, it was such a blessing to speak with someone who didn't set their phone down and walk away from it while still talking to me, making it so difficult for me to hear.
I am mortified at myself for wasting precious moments of life struggling to hear someone who is doing so many things while talking to me.
I guess that's the point. People who do this are talking TO me NOT talking WITH me and I've gotten so used to it I hadn't realized how it made me feel...
Until....
Until I had A REAL conversation with Jenny last week.
AND MUCH TO MY DELIGHT, IT HAPPENED AGAIN!
This past Friday, I had a real and wonderful conversation with an out of NY state a woman named MH, who I only know through Facebook and she phoned me for the same reason that Jenny had: To see how I was faring in the lockdowns brought on by the pandemic while still dealing with the aftermath of my
broken greater tuberosity.
I have often phoned people who I know are alone to see how they are doing and I hope it means as much to them as it does to me.
In any event, in the aftermath of my loving with conversation MH, I felt a sense of mourning for all the time lost straining to hear those who are talking away from afar while I hang on their every word and I could not even sleep.
SO...
Rather than fight the tossing and turning, I got up, and for the first time since living in my place, I went into my garden when it was still dark and uttered my own types of prayers while birds waking from their slumber chirped away, engaging with each other in their lyric conversation.
Eventually I went back inside to work on my column submission and heard a bird singing at the top of his/her beak and was thrilled (understatement) to see an
American robin had stopped by!
I was not the only one to enjoy the red-breasted songster.