Right out of the gate this morning, I find Don sitting in his recliner with the landline cordless phone pressed against his right ear. He has that look of deep concentration on whatever was being talked about over the phone. I go about straightening up his bed and gather up dirty dishes from overnight. He’s still on the phone. I finally sit down on his bed and observe that he’s not talking. His posture, however, fits the profile of someone talking to him on the other end. More time passes with no talking. Then I got concerned he may have called someone in another country as he used to do on his cell phone.
Kristy: Who are you talking to?
Don: Nobody. It doesn’t work.
He rotates the phone towards me, and I can see no lights showing the phone is on or in use. It looked dead to me.
Kristy: It needs charging.
Don: Does yours work?
Kristy: I don’t use that kind of phone.
Don: Oh, the other phone is with Piper’s things. All the things in this room are hers.
Kristy: You cleaned out the storage unit and shipped or delivered everything to the kids you wanted them to have before we moved into this house.
Don: Then it must be at the other house.
Kristy: This is our only house.
Don: Yeah, I know, but I need to go check.
He places the phone on the charger and picks up a plastic cup with water and raises it towards me.
Don: I was hoping this would be coffee.
Kristy: I can make you some coffee.
With a Happy Birthday kind of smile, his eyes open wide with wonder. He’s overjoyed that I have the ability and the equipment to brew coffee. OK, what’s going on here? If he heard voices coming from that non-functioning phone, that could explain why he’s living in a different dimension today. I guess coffee in such dimension is a rarity, as are the coffeemakers. If he’s living in the dimension of his life 35-40 years ago, how is it possible he even knows my name or who I am? It doesn’t seem logical to me that both can co-exist.
Note to Self: He’s gifted
but still cannot operate a TV remote, cell phone or a coffeemaker.
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