Here’s a story from the archives. I wrote it to a friend back in…gosh, I think it was around May 2006 or something. This story took place the day after Kyle returned from surgery; they put him under and removed all four of his wisdom teeth. Everything went fine, but he was pretty much out of commission for a few days.
Kyle, with ice packs (or heating pads, not sure which) wrapping his head. No, he is not being mummified.
Early this afternoon the answering machine’s “pager” went off. I reached for the cordless but it wasn’t on the hook/charger, nor within eyesight, so I picked up the other phone.
“Hello?”
“Who’s this?” It was Gema. She can’t tell our voices apart.
“This is Luke.”
“Luke, call this number…” She needed the address of an old friend to mail her something. She has limited phone service (only $2 a month but no long distance) so she couldn’t call herself. I got the number and hung up.
I like the cordless better than our ‘wall’ phone so I took a look around… Was it on Mama’s desk? No. On my table? No. On the shelf by the record player? No. In the kitchen? No… Clueless, I gave up. Maybe Mama put it somewhere. I called Gema’s friend and got the address.
Three hours later, I returned home after driving around town on some errands. I chatted with Mama and Papa outside for a bit before making my way upstairs. I was a little hungry at the time and wanted a snack. I knew Kyle had some chocolate pudding that Mama had made, and I had already received permission to have a couple bites. So I opened the fridge, found the pudding, and had a bite. Wow. It was good. Rich, thick… actually, a bit too rich. I needed to wash it down with some milk. I was reaching for the carton when I saw something on the lower shelf. I did a double take, froze, realized what I was looking at, and burst out laughing.
There, sitting on the second shelf, nestled between the raspberries and the lettuce, was the phone.
When I gleefully told Kyle of what I’d found, he replied, “Guess I’ve still got some of the gas.” Meaning, the stuff that knocked him out. I said, “There’s something for your blog!”
(Sure enough, it ended up on what is now the family’s blog. And it only took us two and a half years to get around to it!)
