This is great. All day, wherever I am I can track Hannah and Sam’s journey back from Istanbul. Right now they are somewhere between London and New York sitting in First Class. Wonder if I can use my iphone to type my blog? The space bar on this computer is driving me crazy.
So how smart is this phone anyway? Is it smart enough to screen my incoming texts and respond to them appropriately? Let’s start with a list of mommy responses:
Yay! — truueeee –what do you want me to do about it? — ginger, lemon, and honey tea — ? — kk — idk — pick up the phone and call — did u get a receipt? — look in the oven — call me — take a Tylenol — no, I’m not in the city . . . I could probably get a pretty good list together. I think mommies all over the world would like this feature.
So who is writing these yahoo news articles? Today another blurb caught my eye:
Peter Falk, TV’s rumpled Columbo, has died
. . . Somehow fittingly, Falk — the perfect choice to play Columbo — failed to be the first choice. Instead, the role was offered to easygoing crooner Bing Crosby. Fortunately, he passed.
Did he say “fortunately?” OMG, so how does Bing’s family feel about this? Fortunately?
Ah, I better check Hannah’s flight status . . . click, click, click, click: Flight is early by 14 minutes. While I’m at it better check my email, and, hmmm, the weather — Tomorrow will be much warmer than today.
HE says this morning after biting into a bit of undercooked egg white. Just one bite mind you — HE doesn’t like yucky egg whites. I offered to toss his undercooked eggs in the trash and cook up a new batch but HE said no. It’s not a big deal. But then HE took a bite of the other egg and, yet again, a bit of yucky egg white. If it wasn’t a big deal I don’t know why HE had to even mention it twice. HE ate every bit of food on his plate. I think I even saw him licking the plate when I turned to pour a cup of coffee.
I was distraught. I try very hard to make the perfect eggs every time. It’s hard for ME because I can only eat cremated eggs. Anything less and my stomach is a mess for the day. But this isn’t about the eggs. It’s about something more serious than a bunch of cooked ovum. It’s about my world.
“Yes, I feel a bit off this morning,” ME says. And I know why. My world has shifted. I have an iphone and all of a sudden life is different. Now when I get a one word text message that answered a question I asked 5 hours ago, I no longer have to go back to the sent text screen to find out what I asked earlier. I’ve downloaded a bunch of apps already. I can’t wait to use my Kayak flight status app tomorrow to check Hannah’s flight. I can check my email all day long, make a reservation on Open Table, look up a recipe on Cook’s Illustrated, and read a book anywhere, any time!
Of course now I need more friends. My iphone is sitting across the table from me and it is so silent.
My life is changing. I don’t have to go home to check my email. I can do it on the street, in a store, even in a park!
Ah, what’s that sound outside? It’s the mailman –Gotta run!