March 27th, 2015


Full of surprises

Gaston never called last night, so we figured Disneyland was off. We were totally okay with that, because it gave us more time to get some work done, and besides, our ward had a social planned for tonight that we kind of wanted to go to. Of course, we only kind of wanted to go to it, and we did entertain thoughts of how nice it would be to stay home and play video games instead, but we were determined! ...Until we got a call from a member of the activities committee telling us the social has been postponed because another ward needs the building for a funeral. That and the possibility that our not going to Disneyland is caused by Gaston's prolonged cold has us wondering about all these terrible things happening to make things work out for us. Hmm.

Anyway, there was some good news that didn't also involve bad news, and that is that we heard back about one of the titles we said we might be too busy for! We still get to do it! Yay! And the deadline isn't for a couple of months! Even better!

And now for a story. (I'm a little all over the place today.) We were awakened a little bit before our alarm went off by the sound of a text message. And then another text message. And another text message. The message went to both our phones, and I wondered what it was about, and then I started to worry that maybe something happened to somebody and that was the phone chain message or something. After our alarm went off, there was a fourth text message, so I finally got up and looked at my phone.

It was Sarah, with the following message, "Look who can send picture texts!" and a picture of Logan. The replies were from family members being happy for her. I wondered why there was no sign of any text writing from Logan (the kid can't really read yet, so such an articulate message couldn't have come from him) until I finally remembered that Sarah had had the same feature phone for years, and she got it before picture texts were really a thing. Then I was like, "Oooohhh, Sarah can send picture texts now. Okay, got it." I thought about blaming that on the just-got-up haze, but it probably would have taken me a while to figure it out fully awake, too.

Anyway, I was amusing myself with the idea of sending a text that said "Welcome to the 20th century!" (not to be condescending; we're still in the 20th century with her) once we got to a point in our morning routine that was more conducive to text conversations, when my phone started ringing. It was Logan! Awwwwwwww♥♥♥ Apparently Sarah's new phone has a kids' mode, so she was setting up contacts for when she lets Logan play with her phone.

We talked for a little while, but Logan is still a little shy with us on the phone, so it was hard to make out what he was saying. Fortunately, Sarah was there to interpret...until she had to go take care of Logan's little brother. Then things got awkward and Logan hung up. I was so worried about it, because if Logan's anything like Athena and me, he would never call us again if he could help it! I mean, it wasn't the most awkward experience ever, but it's still one of those things that we might have been like, "Hm, that wasn't very pleasant. Why would I want to do it again?" And we didn't want to traumatize him away from the phone and more importantly we didn't want to stop being the favorite aunts (of course, for all we know, that's already changed), so we were pretty broken up about it.

I finally hit on a solution: I would text Sarah a picture of our cat. Logan likes to look at cats. In the meantime, we discovered that Logan had not been turned off of phones forever, because there was a short game of phone tag between him and Athena's phone. They finally got through to each other, and as part of the conversation, Athena asked if he saw the picture of our cat. Logan said something that sounded like, "I can't see your cat; I'm not at your house." Sarah explained to him that we sent a picture on the phone, but they couldn't look at it, because apparently she can't receive anything when her phone is in kids' mode.

So Athena said, "So you can check that later," and Logan replied, "No, we can check it now." So Sarah said, "You'd have to stop talking to Aunt Athena. Do you want to talk to Aunt Athena?" and he's like, "I don't want to talk to Aunt Athena." So Athena thanked him for calling, and hopefully he enjoyed the picture of Page.

The end.

I do find it interesting to point out that, despite his mumbling, there were two times we could mostly make out what he was saying, and both of those times were when he was being indignant. (The first time was on the phone with me. Sarah interpreted that he said he was playing games, and I asked if he liked games, and he said yes and kept talking, but I couldn't make out what he was saying so I waited for a pause and asked what his favorite game was. He didn't like the interruption and said, "No, I'm talking about games," and went on to list the games he has. ...Now that I repeat that part of the conversation, I'm even more worried about losing our favorite aunt status. Dang, I guess that's what we get for moving away. We're going to have to step it up. Maybe we'll make him an iPad movie featuring pictures of our cat.)

Today I'm thankful for still getting to translate at least one of the projects we were maybe too busy for, getting to spend the day working, not having to spend the evening working, plans to have a yummy pizza for dinner, and getting to watch all of the magical boy anime.