The doors of the house have flung open wide for the first time in years, and a gust of wind has sent me spinning into public spheres, where people can see me awkwardly text—and I sense they are staring at me. (Nate says they are. He has seen them.) And now, at work, I am acutely aware that, when I text, I look like a cat, reaching a paw out to test a puddle of molasses, to see if it wants to step in it, and when it does, it takes FOREVER, and it can’t find the GIF button. Also, it only knows one or two GIFs. (My favorite is Kristin Wiig—so excited—I use it for everything—birthdays, general greetings, confirming dentist appointments, my answer to “what do you want me to pick up at the store?” etc.)
Adventures in Texting
I rarely text as only my child texts me. I use both hands to text and my daughter has learned to deicpher my often unintellgibly responses.
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