(Italian "SMS" for "ti voglio bene," or, "I love you.")
Today, Troy, Boccaccio and I had another very productive study date. It took the better part of 4.5 hours - a significant chunk of my Sunday - but it was delightful, necessary, and worthwhile.
Leaving Troy's house, and pulling on my coat, I was overcome by the sudden impulse to reach into my pocket for my cell phone (which I NEVER do)
TO CALL ESKA to tell her I was on my way home.
First, I remembered that Eska didn't have a cell phone. Next, I remembered that she didn't really talk the way humans talk, most likely because (I only then remembered) SHE'S A DOG.
I blame 14th-century Italy (and maybe a tiny little bit of greenery) for my short-circuitry.
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You's crazy, woman. But that is all kinds of wonderful.
ReplyDeleteWould that Eska could have a phone of her own, I'm quite certain that she would "say it in the ear" via radio waves at every opportunity.
(And yes, I had to google "how cell phones work" to learn that they do indeed transmit and receive signals via radio waves, and not magical cell phone gnomes.)