Tuesday, January 14, 2014

lost

At my age you worry when you don't hear from friends for a while, so I was a tad concerned since I had not had a call from Jane for a long time.

Jane, who is not so mobile anymore, used to call and chat about once a week or two.

And then I had my problems with the phone going belly-up and telephone lines being down and a host of other disruptions and I realized, one day, that I had not not had my call from Jane for a long time.

 I started to worry a bit, enough to send out smoke signals to people we knew in common to see if they had information, and I went on a mad search for a phone number as the one I had just sent me to a voice mail collector.  Most stressful.

I finally got a response from a friend of Jane's whose email I had found on a mail Jane sent to a bunch of folks when she took a trip to Alaska in 2008.

Hallelujah.  Jane hs uprooted herself ( again ) and is now living in Indiana where her youngest son lives. 

Now all I have to do is to call. That is a major part. But I will.
At my age you try to hold on to your friends and your health and your mind.

1 comment:

Albin said...

All that about age. Look at the hero, he's not talking - AGE