I never answer the phone, anyone who knows me knows to leave a message on the machine. If I'm home (which is most of the time. Srsly. I am so boring.), and I want to speak to you, I will pick up. If I don't want to speak to you, I'll call back later with some lame excuse like, "I was in the bathroom" or "I went shopping". This is one of the reasons why I still don't have a cell phone. If I am reluctant to answer the phone in my house when I am sitting right next to it, I think having a cell phone constantly on my person would make me crazy - I'd be pitching it out the car window within a week. But I guess when I get my CCW I'll have to give in and join the modern age. Just don't expect me to have the thing turned on. Or to actually give out the phone number.
Anyway, my mom called yesterday morning, let the machine pick up and yelled, "Breda! Pick up!"
Sheesh. Okay. I picked up.
She said,"I just talked to Colleen and guess where I'm going on Friday?"
My mom flew out to Arizona last night to visit with her brother and my cousins, one of whom is Colleen. "Ummm, I dunno, Mom. The casino?"
"No, I'm going to the range!" She sounded really excited.
My cousin Colleen and her husband have a lot of guns. In fact, they have an entire gun room.
"We're also taking Tom to the range. He's never held a gun in his entire life!"
Tom is my mom's first cousin who is also visiting Arizona. Tom probably has never held a gun because, before this trip, he has never been out of Ireland.
This is a man who has lived with his father on a dairy farm in County Laois his entire life. They just installed indoor bathroom facilities in the 90s. The 1990s. A rural, small town, salt of the earth kind of guy - visiting the Wild West.
I hope my mom takes a lot of photos.