The Hims
He bought me a new cordless digital double phone and answering machine system for my birthday. I still haven't installed them. It's charged and ready, but I'm not. --How did he know? He doesn't, of course he doesn't... And I'm too chicken to explain why I have these apprehensions about making the "big change" from 900 MHz to 5.8 GHz, nor why I have 15 saved messages that I haven't been able to erase.
I'm seeing Dr. Claus again today; perhaps I'll bring that up?
Last night, despite the melodious symphony of cold, sad rain, an uninvited soul haunted my strange dreams... In my dream, I didn't hate him; we were as we had always been... I could even smell him as I kissed his neck...
I tossed and turned.
At 03:48, I got up and looked in on my sweetly sleeping angel, paid homage to the porcelain god, and then crawled back under the covers of my empty bed hoping to pick up where I left off.
"What is past and cannot be prevented should not be grieved for."
--American Indian Proverb, Pawnee
posted by A. Xoe @ 09:26
2 Comments:
Isn't there any way you can digitize the old messages? Then you can burn them onto a CD, or just save them on your hard drive... There's gotta be a way to do it.
I'm sure there is, however I'm just not quite the tech goddess that you are T. ;-) Then again... maybe I'm subcontiously waiting for a big power outtage to relieve me of my sentimental cowardice...
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