Crisis after crisis.
Noon: A reprieve, as we celebrated the twin baby boys, soon to be delivered, to the beautiful couple. A lovely luncheon, showering the twins with our gifts and best wishes.
Afternoon: Gee, it is quiet in here. I haven’t heard a phone ring since I arrived this morning.
Phone system took a dive.
All communication by email and chats.
Are phones really necessary?
Do we have to talk with one another, to really communicate?
And then, the dichotomy of the situation: I love it. No interruptions. No voice to voice communications.
And then again, I hate it. I need to talk. To explain. To reason. To agree. To compromise. To get things rolling.
Simple things may not require anything more than an acknowledgement and a brief summary or explanation.
However, it is never enough for the more complicated issues of the day.
I find my cell phone.
I need to talk.
My battery is dying. I need to recharge.
Time to put my written communications to work.
I send another message: Phone are still out.
Can this wait until we can talk?
We agree to wait, both frustrated, but somewhat understanding.
Late in the day, the phone system kicks in.
I notify my customer.
He is gone for the day.
I leave a message:
Phones are back. Yay! Talk to you first thing in the morning! You know when we put our minds together, we always come up with a solution.
Time to go home.
Feeling good, but wishing we had solved our problem today.
Texting? Tweeting? Emailing? Great stuff.
Give me the old stand by: Talking to one another.
There is nothing that will ever take its place.
At least, not for me.