I did something weird yesterday and it just made me laugh. I was out in the front yard reading (James Thurber – if you haven’t read any Thurber, you are missing out on one of the great joys of life) with my cat (Nutmeg) by my side in her carrier, and the telephone. The phone rings, and someone has dialed the wrong number. So I explain to him who I am and that I’m not the person he was trying to reach and he said thank you and hung up. One minute later – phone rings again and it’s him. So, to try to help him, I tell him my phone number – except I tell him my phone number from Watertown! I haven’t lived there for 3 years and I rattled off the number like I just dialed it in the last two days. I realized rather quickly what I had done, so I told him the correct number, and it turns out he must have written it down wrong, because he had my number written down. He didn’t call back, so I hope he was able to hook up with who(m)ever it was he was trying to hook up with.
Boy, there was a lot of bad grammar in that last paragraph. My English minor must be wearing out.
That’s it for now – I know it wasn’t much, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to do more later. Really.