Sunday, August 12, 2018
The day we’d planned was lunch at the cottage where my step-son and his kids were staying for a couple of weeks. It’s a wonderful place on Georgian Bay that was originally a simple country house and has over the years evolved into a huge compound for all his in-laws’ family , complete with pool, hot tub, trampoline , and a lovingly attended garden.
We love visiting for the day, walking along the lake, and we always bring lots of goodies , treats from Toronto’s ethnic bakeries. And for me, a walk in the country - and That garden is a pure joy.
We got a message late Friday, change of plans, they need to come into the the city and could we meet at a Falafal joint.
That’s when the texts crossed...between my husband, his son, and daughter. My husband had no idea he was part of a three way texting group. Actually funny when he answered his son but was responding to his daughter , and then he did the oddest thing and texted me——in the same apartment !!!
What have we come to ? We are connected but I felt disconnected. We’ve never done that before.
Honestly, I was a little miffed, after all we were one room away from each other, but I decided, he was in text mode and simply carried on.
But it’s gone too far in my humble opinion. We have to get off the phones.
Our family lunch was great, all meatless Mediterranean with the calorie counts provided. Lots of good catch-up conversation. And only one person on the cellphone, briefly, and it was work related. She had to drive back to Montreal pdq - six hours away. That text was necessary.
I think we will get this cell phone addiction sorted out. Certainly the driving and texting thing must stop. Here in this very busy city pedestrians are oblivious to traffic, walking into cars. Walking into fountains, bumping into others.
Last week on the Subway just about everyone was on the phone - talking loudly in several different languages. On the bus, we all heard how one girl’s life was whirling out of control. In detail. Oh spare me please !!!
I hope we get this under control because not just rude, but downright dangerous. And as for my husband texting me while we are both home, it was very unwise. And I think he will now be aware that his three adult children rarely text alone. It’s a trio and sometimes includes others. No secrets with this gang...
I’m putting this thing down - right now- in another room. I’m on a cellular diet, until it’s time to log dinner.