According to my source, St. Romanus was a fifth century patron of the insane. Anyone who’s ever been on hold while waiting on a “customer care representative” needs this saint.
I’ve been playing phone games trying to resolve a number of issues. One is a “cell” phone, which, I suppose, is a misnomer because cell phones are, anymore, just digital and not analog, i.e., not truly “cellular.” Another is an MIA pager. Has voice mail attached to it. Number still works, but the pager is gone. Lost someplace between Corpus Christi and the front door at home.
It took several days of sleuthing to uncover the right phone number to order up a new pager. And until it arrives, there’s that voice saying, “leave a message,” but I have no way to retrieve the message.
I keep thinking that I want to replace the phone I’ve got, but frankly, I like a phone that can do an astrology chart, play Tetris, and takes notes. Plus it keeps track of all my numbers.
Then there’s the weather. Monday was cold. Tuesday was frozen. Wednesday, it thawed then froze. Thursday? Half way through the day, as I pulled the brow of my cap down lower, not a cloud in the sky, I was busy wondering why I’d worn two shirts no sunglasses. Oh, that’ right, it was cold and miserable when I left the park.
After scanning the weather stats, and various prognostications, I’m thinking, maybe by noon today, I can be wearing shorts.
The freeze earlier in this week probably killed the hibiscus. And later in the same week, I’m thinking about wearing shorts again.
