This morning, the Mrs. and I talked to our youngest face to face...even though he's in Germany. Thank you, Skype. Later this morning, the youngest and I IM'd for a few minutes while I was updating the church's website. Just after that, I spoke to elder son on his cell phone while he's pulling up stuff on his computer about a database/search program that I had entered about two minutes prior, and telling me about his new VISTA-running, 1024M, 120Gig, 6-cell, 15.4 TGVA computer. (Does that thing have four on the floor and a hemi?)
And in the back of my head the whole time, I'm hearing Grandma Piehl telling us how she walked to the one-room schoolhouse more than a mile, even in the winter with snow up over your knees. They carried a baked potato in the pockets to keep their hands warm and to have something for lunch. On the way home this time of year, your hands just got cold.
I know: the mere act of channeling Grandma is testimony to the advancing years. But I'm amazed at some of the things we're able to do now. She'd be absolutely flabbergasted.
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