Not covering any new ground here, but needs to be said. Love is a strange thing.
Every time the Weather Channel shows bad weather where we live, my in-laws, who live hours away from here, phone us to make sure that we’re okay.
At age 80+ they do not believe in calling a cell phone number because they believe that talking on the phone while driving a car is dangerous. And because they do not know if either one of us will be in our car when we answer our cell phones, they leave a message on our landline answering machine.
The messages are all about the same. First, they say our names, then tell us who is calling. Then they hang up without telling us why they called. No good-bye, just click and the line goes dead.
It is from this pattern of behavior that we have come to know when bad weather is headed our way. The lack of concrete message is the clue.
Because we both are too busy to spend much time in front of the TV this sort of non-message phone message has come to be our own special, personalized form of the Weather Channel. And we love it.
And them for doing it.