It's Nice to be Loved

Early every morning I send e-mails to three of my daughters to let them know I made it through the night. This morning my internet was down and I couldn't send the good news to my "kids".

And I wanted to go to the super market to buy a Sunday paper and stuff, so I decided to leave a message on the phone in case they called to see if I was OK.

Big mistake! I shoulda stayed home. (but then I would have missed running into an old dear friend)

The message I installed on the phone wasn't very clear to them and they got really worried as to my well-being. So one daughter who was vacationing in Chicago, called the daughter in Florida (or visa versa) and the daughter in Florida called the daughter in Alaska (or visa versa) and one of the daughters called my grandson who lives in Duluth. You think YOU are getting confused? The daughter in Chicago was able to reach me by phone when I came back from shopping, as did a granddaughter in Anchorage. The grandson also called me. The Florida daughter told me that they had started a nation-wide hunt for me. !!

After many minutes with the automaton at Charter.net and running back and forth between the phone and the computer, I finally got reconnected with the internet. (I do have a cell phone, but I never use it, except in an emergency)

But it was worth it because now I am positive that my children love me. Before, I wasn't too sure. Ahh, I'm just kidding!

So when my family reads this, I want them to know that I love and appreciate all of them, and next time I lose an internet connection, I will call at least one of them and they can spread the message that all is well.

Now I am going to work on my next blog entitled "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow." (That's Hair, not Here)