First off, I have a batch of vanilla spice pancake batter resting in the kitchen waiting to be made into pancakes. The recipe is my own concoction, I’ll let you know how they turn out.
Also, I’m supposed to make scrambled eggs for breakfast, D went to go get the spinach and tomatoes to go in the eggs. I didn’t check before he left, but there are only 2 eggs left. Sigh, I don’t really wish he had a cell phone, but now is one of those times.
Anyway, back to Pavlov and my phone…
I’m not answering my phone. Sorry. I’ve pretty much stopped answering my phone except in a few cases where I think 1) the call is important and 2) the call won’t piss me off.
For the last few months a good third of the calls to me have been frustrating, angering, tiring or altogether not what I want to talk about. And while I know the hard part is over with the house sale and all that, my Pavlovian reaction to my phone is set.
When I hear “HELLO MOTO BYOOOOO doot doot doo doo do….”, the default ring on my phone (which I changed at one point but it went back) I tense up, my spirit falls, I just KNOW it’s going to be one of THOSE calls.
Sadly, when my friends and family call I just cannot bring myself to answer most of the time. I’m sorry, people, but I’m just not answering the bulk of the phone calls that come through. Of course most people would say “if it’s important, leave a message, I’ll get back t you”. Yeah, well I’m not checking my messages, either. If it’s important call me twice, then I’ll know.
Please don’t take it personally, I don’t mean it to be, it’s just the safety plan in place so that I don’t smash my phone to pieces. Oh, and, calling me while I’m at work is probably going to be a bad idea for a while. I’ve pretty much wasted any ‘personal call good will’ sitting on the phone with various members of the real estate industry hammering out details and situations that I pretty much lost interest weeks ago.
Okay, enough with the phone. Hate the phone.
Let’s talk about why I hate Minnesota…Tomorrow is May, today there was snow falling on me while I was outside with the dog.
My phone just rang. I answered it as it was the number from the Lund’s customer courtesy phone. David’s at the grocery store and he called and I was able to tell him we needed eggs. Okay, so sometimes I do answer my phone.
Later I’ll post something more cheerful.