Pay Phone

We’ve been traveling today.   We headed across the country to go skiing with my best friend’s family.  It was a long day’s travel with a time change that put us off schedule mentally.   It was a draining day in part because by the time we landed we had to get several things done before we got to the condo.   Everyone is cranky and tired but we all have ski gear, lift tickets and reservations for tomorrow’s classes (for the ones who are taking lessons.)

The most interesting thing about the day was what happened when we got off our first plane in Chicago’s O’Hare airport.   The children were all interested in this wall of phones.   They knew they were phones, but they’d never seen pay phones before.   They wanted to go pick them up, push the buttons, see what it sounded like when they put the handset to their ear.  

The three adults realized what an anachronism these phones were to our children.   So we got out our new-aged cell phones and took pictures of them:

I love how my son is talking into the earpiece.  

The Big Boy Update:  We were driving through the outskirts of Salt Lake City, looking out the window at the snow on the mountains this afternoon.   My son told Juliette, “I want to move here.   Somewhere with nature all around so I can meditate.”

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  Matt rented a fifteen-person passenger van for the group of us this week.   Not everyone had arrived yet so the van was less than full.    My daughter called out unhappily from the back, “nobody’s sitting beside me but luggage.”