I follow Sandra Bernhart on Twitter -- I'm not sure why since I am not a particular fan, but I enjoy how she expresses herself. She just posted this (well, the beginning of it on Twitter, then continued on her web site) and it's such a lovely nugget of prose. I identify with it, how the world is so much more complex. Here's what she writes:
January 24, 2013 just found
out my darling great aunt birdie passed away she was born in 1911 lived to be
102 of sound mind. found out about it via email as my taxi driver made a u turn
on 23rd onto 9th ave. remember when it used to be a call at home when you had
time to process it all? on a stationary phone from bell electric where you might
be able to sit down take a deep breath and have a good cry.
me again: Today a client told me how he can set his voice mail system to take an incoming voice mail and turn it into text and send it to him as an email. When I try to wrap my head around that, it makes me squint my eyes. The only thing I could say is "Whatever happened to those pink phone message slips that said "While You Were Out?" I miss them.