I can’t say I was ever a great letter-writer.  Or even an inveterate telephone-caller.  And definitely not a telegram-sender.  But I did know how to do all of those things and was probably about a five on a scale of one-to-ten, communication-wise.  So you’d think that being able to use a single device and be in touch with people around the world almost instantly would be a no brainer,  You’d think.

But, now that I have untethered myself from my landline,  I’m finding that the learning curve for keeping in touch and up to date has steepened.  Just this morning, for instance, I finally figured out how to access the voice mails on my cell phone.  In fact, it was just a day or so ago that I even noticed there was such a possibility,  And here people have been leaving me messages right and left!

If you are one of those, I’m so sorry.  Except if you are one of those who doesn’t have a name attached to your phone number and who doesn’t identify yourself in a voice mail.  Then I’m purely flummoxed.

I discovered one such message from a pleasant sounding woman who tried to contact me on August 20th.  Her voice didn’t sound familiar and the phone number… well, I don’t do numbers very well.  It took me a looong time just to learn my own cell number…  I certainly haven’t memorized anyone else’s. Had I been more savvy by then, I guess I could have called and said, “Who are you?” though it seems rude, or awkward at the very least.

Anyway, too late now.  I blipped out all those old messages and will try to do better in the future voice-mail-wise.  But… I can’t help wondering what else I’m missing.  Though truth be told, the jury is out as to whether I even want to know.