Come Monday evenings its time.
By now you all know that my youngest is in Georgia, USA completing a year as an au-pair. Monday nights (mine at least) are our ‘Skype nights’. Time to catch up on what happened both sides during the week; time to ask about the photos she’s posted on Facebook (us women always need to know more!); time to hear about the adventures and shopping expeditions of the weekend, and time to see if everyone is doing okay.
One of the joys of living in our beautiful country is that you still cannot completely rely on online technology. For the last few Mondays we’ve only been able to call without video from my side. The upside is at least I get to “see” her. And tonight that also didn’t work very well — first just blurry, then the video feed got overlayed with something I can only describe as a water-effect, and finally a checkerboard. You can imagine what happened to the sound! Our chat lasted a whole (frustrating) 25 minutes.
Modern technology goes a long way in terms of staying in touch and I can only imagine what it must’ve been like in the “pre days” — that is pre–Facebook, pre-Skype and pre-Email. Then you can imagine how this (posted on Facebook this just a few minutes after the failed Skype call), meant so much to me. It’s an entire conversation. Enough said…