E-mail From My Mamma*
It took a while, but my family—including some extended relatives—is tuned in.
My personal cell is dead. (Just need to charge it.) I miss your twitters! I wish I was twittering myself - so many observations lately. Like that the cherry blossom trees are… just trees. Don’t know why they make such a fuss over them, unless it’s just a tourist draw (for all of the 10 days they’re in bloom). Dayton-area festivals were much better because they always involved food, right? (Sauerkraut, strawberries, Italian, Greek…)
I called you, then saw you had called earlier. Try me again!
From the start I hoped this would all be a convenient way for family to stay in touch passively by listening in, so that when we do talk on the phone and e-mail it’s less “I have no idea what’s going on in your life!” and more “So how was your Hot Coffee live show?” I understand the knee-jerk reaction to friending your parents on Facebook or bringing up things you posted online (I’d hate it, too, if I were 16), but once you get beyond the artificial uncoolness or secrecy of it all, it just makes life easier.
Also, turns out my grandmother nana actually prefers e-mail to phone calls because it’s so much easier to communicate asynchronously given our busy lives on opposite coasts. Don’t think she’s hip to the Twit, though.
* cf. Postcards From Yo Mamma
