Can You Hear Me Now?

Here I am waiting by the phone again.

It's funny: even though cell phones make it that you don't have to literally wait by the phone, they introduce a whole other level of uncertainty as to whether they're actually working. You check the signal, make sure the ringer is on. Even call yourself to see what happens.

Technology changes but the neuroses don't.

Once again, the various facets of my life intertwine. We made an offer on the Glacier Ridge house!! They have to respond by noon, so we're awaiting that call.

And I'm waiting for an agent to call. Two, actually. One read my first 50 pages and wanted to see the whole thing. I'm anticipating a call or email from her. And another read the whole thing and emailed me the day before yesterday for my cell number so she could "share her thoughts." Usually they don't want to talk to you on the phone unless there's something substantial to discuss. But here I am, waiting still...

It's like two cute boys have now asked for my phone number to "discuss prom." It's Saturday afternoon and I'm waiting by the phone.

Oh, no I'm not. I have a cell phone. So we're off to rent bikes and ride up the coast to Sidney.

I hope the ringer is working...