I had the best day with you today

Some of the best days are the ones where you not only don’t pull out your phone, but you don’t even realize that you aren’t pulling it out… you come across it in your bag, say, near the end of the night, and you think, Oh, hello, phone… Haven’t seen you all day!, and then you continue on just as before, without doing anything but leaving the phone where it already has been hanging out all day.

Yep… some of the best days are like that… like today… 🙂

Though, just as Pooh and Piglet always share, I suppose that every day is not only like today, but it is today… “My favorite,” he always says… 🙂

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Crazy messages galore

Just to add on to what I shared last night, I share this bit of text message conversation between that same cousin and me today, following a photo she sent me via her mother’s phone.


Cousin:  Phone has decided to stop working. Using mom’s for the moment. What do these look like?
Hannah:  Almost like champagne glasses
Cousin:  Quite bosomy. I had to get them for you
Tis admittedly a more generous bust than most.
I thought you might appreciate a cup size closer to your own. Most glasses are an A at best.
Hannah:  Haha… Totally… I accept that idea. Personal champagne glasses.


Just another day in the life.  😀

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I opened my laptop to use it today, and found it with the battery at zero power.  I considered briefly grabbing the charger, and then chose against it – I didn’t need to use the computer that badly.  And so, I closed the computer and put it back into its case to put it away.  As I slid it back onto its spot on the desk, I was suddenly reminded of Ed Sheeran, and felt a little bit like he is.

You see, I recently saw a Carpool Karaoke of  James Corden’s with Ed Sheeran.  In it, Ed Sheeran informs James Corden that he is still in the phase of not using a phone – the way to reach him is by e-mail, which he checks every so often on a computer.  Ed Sheeran actually said that he had a phone for about two weeks, I believe it was, but then the battery died, and he didn’t ever charge it again.  There were so many demands tied into having a cell phone, he decided to live life without it.  (It seems that Sir Elton John has no cell phone either, and it doesn’t matter much, because he can always use the phone of a nearby security person or the likes.)  While I listened to him talking about not having a phone, how it is just like living was for our parents before we were born (and even when we were still little), I was nodding along happily, feeling the thought of, ‘That is probably Really nice.’  It had me even consider if I could manage such a thing.  (I then remembered how I actually did that for about a month and a half just a few years ago, simply due to phone replacement issues.  It really was rather easy on my end, and I enjoyed it.  My mom totally hated it, though, despite the fact that we didn’t even live together.). I respected and even envied him a bit, but I was filled with a happy contentment of how that kind of lifestyle could be so blissful, in a sense.

And now, tonight, I felt just that tiny bit of connection to Ed Sheeran, as I found my computer battery dead, and chose not to charge it again, knowing that I would have used it for way long, if I had plugged in the charger and used the computer.  I know that this was just one time, one day, but it reminded me of what could be possible for me in the (possibly near) future.  It was really nice.  A little bit silly, too, but that just makes it even better. 😛

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It’s for you…

Talking with a friend tonight, he mentioned that he is not one for keeping up with others via the telephone.  He said that he felt a worry of it growing awkward at some point, and I’m guessing he meant due to the lack of things to discuss.  I’ve never really thought of myself as someone who’s a very phone-y person, however, I do consider myself good at keeping in touch with people long-distance, when they are interested in remaining in touch.  Out of curiosity, I checked my phone log for the past eight days (I got tired of clicking on each one, so I stopped after eight days.).  I had two conversations of about half an hour (one with this particular friend), one conversation of about 45 minutes, one conversation of about an hour, and two conversations of about an hour and a half.  That’s just in the past eight days.  There were a few conversations between ten and 15 minutes, but most of them were under five minutes in the total phone log for the eight days.  I’ve never thought much about this, but I suddenly wonder if this is not quite normal.

To be fair, one of the people – she had two of the very long conversations – is a friend from college who now lives in Georgia, and another is my brother who lives in Japan.  So, they’re both long-distance folks in my life.  But it wasn’t like we were ‘catching up’ on things.  She and I were just chatting about whatever, keeping on another company while we accomplished other things, and my brother and I were talking mostly about this book I’m reading, and then a little about taxes and insurance, before returning to the book.  We hardly even mentioned anything relating to ‘catching up’ on what’s going on in life for each of us.  I guess we just don’t have difficulty discussing things fluidly, and so we never reach a point of dryness in the conversation.  Or, as in the case of the friend in Georgia, if we aren’t talking for a bit, it’s because we’re focusing on something else, and so we want the pause in the conversation.  It is in no way an awkward silence, but, rather, a welcomed, desired moment for focus to be elsewhere.  Our goal is to hang out together, and so we do just that… miles and miles apart.  (I looked it up.  It’s about 700 miles by plane, 800 by car.)  My best friend and I would Skype like that, just hanging out together as though we were in the same room as one another, even though we were in different countries.  (We don’t right now, because she’s had to hunker down to finish her PhD, and so we couldn’t have our hanging out distract her from the much-needed focus.)

Maybe I’m just super accustomed to long-distance relationships, beginning with my parents’ having divorced and lived across town from one another from the time I was five.

On the other end, I have one of my best friends living in DC.  We learned from the first time I studied abroad that she is not a great long-distance friend.  Even when I would reach out, she wasn’t great at getting back to me on things or at getting herself on the phone in the first place.  Even today, she’ll stay on the phone for a while if she gets the chance, but the chances don’t come often.  And so, we talk little on the phone, but hang out like mad whenever she’s in town (or I surprise her in DC by just showing up to her office one day).  And, when we did live in the same city, we hung out constantly.  We saw one another probably every couple days, and at least once a week.  She’s a spectacular in-person friend.  And I think that balances out the long-distance aspect, because, even though so much has changed and we have changed so much since we were last together, it is always fabulous when we hang out, and it is always still the wonderful bond of friendship, of “us”, when we are together.  (Cheesy, I know, but it’s totally true.)

Anyway, just some thoughts.  Kind of makes you wonder what kind of phone person you are, huh?  (Or maybe not at all, but whatevs.)  😛

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Disturb away :)

I do not currently recall the topic about which I had wanted to write today, so I will write about something I do recall from today.

No one can reach a friend of mine by phone call.  At least, no one could until today.  You see, after months of calling him on my way between locations in my day, or occasionally on my way home, just to check in whenever something had brought him to mind (which happened a lot for a while, because I worked somewhere that he had only somewhat recently left working), and never reaching him, I decided that he couldn’t always be so busy.  He couldn’t have his phone off that often.  It just wasn’t real.  don’t even have my phone signal off that often, and I’m kind of weird compared to the average for my age group.  (Slash compared to anyone under 80.)

And so I developed a theory.  When he himself admitted that I was not the first to say that I always got his voicemail, my theory evolved from the idea that something was wrong with his phone.  I learned some details of the “Do Not Disturb” feature on my own phone, and my theory was almost solidified.  Whenever I called him, I called him twice in a row, and the phone would ring the second time, and he almost always answered on the second call.  Or, at least, he would return the phone call, if he didn’t answer.  And that is how I agreed upon my theory that his phone was on “Do Not Disturb” indefinitely.

However, I kept forgetting to share my theory with this friend.  And so, he continued to miss calls, friends of his likely continued to grow annoyed at him/his phone, and I increased in my expectation that somehow he might just figure it out without my telling him.

And did that happen?

Well, this afternoon, when he called me immediately back (as I was in the middle of telling Siri to call him a second time, as I always did), I thought the problem had possibly been solved.  Alas, no.  He had merely been looking right at his phone, and so saw the missed call from me pop up immediately.

After his comment that he needed to take it in to the Apple Store to be checked out, I asked him if his phone was on “Do Not Disturb”.  He assured me that it was not.  “Are you sure?” I asked.  He confirmed his surety.  “100%?”  As he gave me a number around 99% (it might have been 98.5%, but I don’t recall exactly what he gave), he was convinced to check the phone, just in case.  When he asked me where to find it, I knew instantly that my 70-ish percent certainty had conquered his mere 99% certainty.

I explained to him how to check it and how the icon appeared, and he almost instantly began a sort of slew of self-deprecating, astonished declarations.  My theory was correct.


I only now imagine myself riding my bicycle at the time with a gleam in my eye, just like Hércule Poirot must have had in the spectacular book I’d just finished reading today (Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie).  (She really is a rock star of writing.  Actually, that might have been what I’d wanted to share for today.  Whatever the case, go read the book – it’s wonderful.  I am ever grateful that Agatha Christie decided to keep writing those books and to keep taking a little more money each time, as her friend suggested.)

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The world turned upside down

The internet went out for a little while tonight…, and I find it somewhat hilarious that it was sort of a huge deal for the others in the house, and I almost couldn’t have cared less.  I did, after all, live several months wihout internet at home, both in the US and in Japan, and I even spent some months without cell service or phone service of any kind either…  I kind if enjoyed the certainty of quiet that it allowed.
  Knowing that no call or text or e-mail would arrive on any device whenever I was at home, was like breathing freely in a whole new way.  And all the important people knew my situation, so they knew to show up at my door if they wanted anything immediate, or to plan enough ahead to tell me to go check something at a certain time, using the WiFi down the road.

I almost miss that.  I certainly miss the reliability of work and income I’d had at the time.  😛  But that’s not really the point here, now, is it?

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