Citygrrrl

Ng is on vacation in Hawaii for two weeks.  He thought he would have cell service but after he texted me from the airport Saturday night, I didn’t hear from him again.   I sent him a couple of text messages but didn’t get a response.  Did he forget his cell phone charger? Did he get to his house in the jungle and discover that he had no service after all?  Am I going to have to go 9 more days without any contact at all?

I don’t need to be in constant contact but an occasional, “hi how’s it going?” is kind of nice.  So anyway, last night I got a call from a Seattle number and by the time my slowly moving brain figured out that it was probably his brother’s phone number, I had missed the call.  I called it right back and got voice mail because, of course, NG was leaving a message.  Arrrrrgh!  Sure enough, he only has one bar of roaming service which means he can get my text messages (broken up in random order, which makes them a fun word puzzle), but not send them or make calls.  His brother’s phone gets a couple of bars, so he borrowed it to call me.  Fortunately, he called me again awhile later and we got to chat.  Yay!  He wants me to keep the text messages coming, the naughtier the better.  It’s hard to send naughty text messages without getting naughty text messages in return, but I’m going to give it a shot.  He’ll call again in a few days, which works just fine for me.

There was a time several weeks ago when I thought I might have to go on a two month job assignment out of town. I would only be home on the weekends.  We ended up trying to figure out how he could be in Southern Oregon a couple days a week.  Happily, I didn’t have to go after all. With relief, he pointed out that we are just not wired to be apart for four days a week.  Pretty darned sweet.