How often does that happen anymore?  It is rare for me to receive a call.  I keep a house phone simply for the convenience of the answering machine.  I give out my home number when I am asked for one by a business or individual I’m not familiar with.    

Every month, on my cell phone invoice the minutes used are minimal.  Everyone I know texts.  My daughter and one of my sisters are both great at calling.  And my dad, one of my aunt’s, my granddaughter…..  Ok, maybe it’s a few more people than I first thought.

When my cell phone rings, it’s like getting a call in the middle of the night.  I immediately picture chaos and mayhem.

Tonight, as I was leaving work my cell phone rang.  Halfway down the stairs, I began to shift my lunch bag so I could dig through the suitcase I call a purse in search of the vibration tingling my hip.  Just as I pulled it free from the tangle of phone chargers, lipstick etc., it stopped ringing.

I smiled when I saw it was my sister. I immediately returned the call.  She answered and said, “Hey, I haven’t talked to you in a while and wanted to see how you are doing.”  Then she waited for an answer and actually listened for a response.

It was an amazing thing!  A real conversation, listening, talking and listening some more.  How lovely is that!

With a smile on my face and well caught up on the family news, I said goodbye to my sister and tossed the phone back into my purse.  Immediately, I felt it vibrate once again.

This time it was my daughter.  After a too brief conversation, I hung up smiling even more broadly and declared it to be “The Night of Phone Calls!”

A lovely surprise which I highly recommend!  Maybe I should try it myself occasionally!

Pick a Little, Talk a Little…….