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i just got a voicemail from a wrong number and i mean whatever i deleted it, but then i discovered that I had a voicemail I hadn’t heard, from Farmbaby and her mother, and it’s so cute, someone technological tell me how to transfer a saved voicemail to literally any other format so I can post it on here y’all, you need that in your lives because I needed that in my life.
While I’m here I’m gonna tell another family story, because I like to pretend this is a journal.
So Farm Sister was invited to speak at an event down in Manhattan, about agriculture or saving farmland or whatever. The event paid for her and her husband to come down on the train, which is actually kind of a nice way to travel. So she arranged for our mother to take over care of her child, including keeping her for an overnight. No big deal! Farmbaby is an old hand at Overnights with Grandma. (They’ve actually done a bunch of practice runs, which I think is kind of genius.)
So, Sister and her husband get out the door at 7:15. Grandma is at their house, playing upstairs with Farmbaby. They get down the stairs, still in PJs, at 7:45 (departure for school doesn’t have to happen until 8:30, so) and Grandma instantly notices Sister’s purse is still on the kitchen table.
She calls husband, who agrees in panic that Sister needs her purse, all her stuff is in there! So Grandma springs into action, and grabs all of Farmbaby’s things for school, and gets her in the car (Farmbaby cooperates because this is very exciting), still in her PJs, and races down the highway to get to the train station.
They arrive at 8:14. The train’s scheduled departure is 8:15. Sister is standing at the door of the station waiting, and Grandma throws her purse to her, and she catches it and races off and makes her train.
Grandma and Farmbaby park the car, get out, tour the (beautiful!) train station, and wave bye-bye to the train as it pulls out of the station, with Sister and her husband and her purse on it.
Farmbaby gets dressed in the car, and makes it to school on time.
A++ simultaneously parenting AND grandparenting by my mom!
(We have these really pure and great group text message exchanges most mornings, and I love text messaging, have I mentioned? Mom used to religiously call all of us on Sunday nights but I worked Sundays so she never called me so I’d get occasional emails but I never knew what my sisters were doing or what anyone was doing, and once, memorably, did not pick up a phone call from Puerto Rico and then bemusedly listened to the voicemail, which was my mother, checking in while on a vacation that literally everyone but me had known she and my father were taking.)
(People ask what did we do before technology and the answer was be a hermit and miss stuff, mostly.)
i just got a voicemail from a wrong number and i mean whatever i deleted it, but then i discovered that I had a voicemail I hadn’t heard, from Farmbaby and her mother, and it’s so cute, someone technological tell me how to transfer a saved voicemail to literally any other format so I can post it on here y’all, you need that in your lives because I needed that in my life.
While I’m here I’m gonna tell another family story, because I like to pretend this is a journal.
So Farm Sister was invited to speak at an event down in Manhattan, about agriculture or saving farmland or whatever. The event paid for her and her husband to come down on the train, which is actually kind of a nice way to travel. So she arranged for our mother to take over care of her child, including keeping her for an overnight. No big deal! Farmbaby is an old hand at Overnights with Grandma. (They’ve actually done a bunch of practice runs, which I think is kind of genius.)
So, Sister and her husband get out the door at 7:15. Grandma is at their house, playing upstairs with Farmbaby. They get down the stairs, still in PJs, at 7:45 (departure for school doesn’t have to happen until 8:30, so) and Grandma instantly notices Sister’s purse is still on the kitchen table.
She calls husband, who agrees in panic that Sister needs her purse, all her stuff is in there! So Grandma springs into action, and grabs all of Farmbaby’s things for school, and gets her in the car (Farmbaby cooperates because this is very exciting), still in her PJs, and races down the highway to get to the train station.
They arrive at 8:14. The train’s scheduled departure is 8:15. Sister is standing at the door of the station waiting, and Grandma throws her purse to her, and she catches it and races off and makes her train.
Grandma and Farmbaby park the car, get out, tour the (beautiful!) train station, and wave bye-bye to the train as it pulls out of the station, with Sister and her husband and her purse on it.
Farmbaby gets dressed in the car, and makes it to school on time.
A++ simultaneously parenting AND grandparenting by my mom!
(We have these really pure and great group text message exchanges most mornings, and I love text messaging, have I mentioned? Mom used to religiously call all of us on Sunday nights but I worked Sundays so she never called me so I’d get occasional emails but I never knew what my sisters were doing or what anyone was doing, and once, memorably, did not pick up a phone call from Puerto Rico and then bemusedly listened to the voicemail, which was my mother, checking in while on a vacation that literally everyone but me had known she and my father were taking.)
(People ask what did we do before technology and the answer was be a hermit and miss stuff, mostly.)
