Sometime during the last several weeks, I thought I noticed an August date on our caller ID. Finally, today I had the wherewithall to scroll through all the numbers, and this is what I came upon:
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04:48pm 9/10 call # 15
562-208-1814
CHAHINIAN ALICE
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On September 10, 2006 Alice called us. I just wrote "me" and changed it to "us" because it's true she sometimes called for Peter, and lately, L. In her voice mail, she would say "I don't know if you're in the con-tree (said with a rolled 'r') or in the 'shitty'." She'd go from an Armenian accent to a hick accent in one sentence.
What I don't know is if I picked up. I don't know if we were home or not, if I returned her phone call, if I stewed for avoiding her. I'm having difficulties remembering right now, and it feels "shitty" for sure, so to speak. Part of writing this down right now is so I don't forget this detail. Distance is doing this to me.
I hate that I sometimes didn't pick up the phone when Alice called. I didn't know what mood she was in, or maybe I wasn't in any mood.
What I would do today for a phone call from Alice.
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