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Dave called and canceled our land line today. We are now, for better or for worse, reliant on our cell phones. I say worse because Dave's having a little trouble figuring his out. So far me and one of his students have helped him set it up, including his voice mail which I'm still not sure he knows how to check. A couple of weeks ago I sent him a text message. He didn't know that I had, and when I mentioned it to him later his voice got all panicky and high-pitched while he asked why in the world would I send him a text message; he has no idea how to retrieve it and what on earth was I thinking? etc., etc. It's funny when technology makes a scientist sweat.

After his field hockey game on Tuesday, he called my phone to let me know he was heading home. I was putting Henry to bed so I didn't have time to get to the phone before it went to voicemail. I called him right back and when he finally picked up he said he had a little trouble with the call waiting. Here's a transcript of the voice message he left me: "Heya, it's me. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm on my way home and to see if you want me to pick anything up-oh wait, I'm getting another call...I think it's you.....*beep*....Hello?....what the....hold on....*beep*....Hello?....wait...*huff*....d****t!"

Getting Dave a cell phone could be the best thing we've ever done. I'm certainly enjoying it.