The Sixth Day

We are on the sixth day of the New Year, but for me nothing seemed to have moved on. I have not budged from where I am--a painting I have started remained untouched. The days are still short, although we are getting sunny days and unusually warm (80 degrees) weather this time of year here in Southern California. My neighborhood is as always quiet—no ambulance or fire truck sirens, no car chases, hardly any car or truck passes by and no gun fires (as in drive by shootings). It is so calm and quiet it is lulling me to sleep. It reminds me of siesta time which happens at this same hour (3 pm) of the day back home. The glare of the sun hitting the blinds makes me sleepier, I feel like slipping under the covers and taking a catnap.

My husband bought a new cell phone to replace his old one which does not recharge anymore no matter how long he leaves it plugged in. It didn’t take long before he started getting calls from an unnamed caller with the numbers 000-000-0000. He hardly uses his cell phone; there are times he forgets to take it with him when he leaves home. The landline he uses mostly for important and business calls and it would take him only a few minutes to make his calls. When he’s home he would put his cell phone on a shelf at the hallway and forget about. One day out of curiosity I picked it up and noticed he had a missed call. When I opened it he has 21 calls he missed from 1 caller only—the 000-000-0000 numbers. So he thought he’d put the cell phone near him so he would not miss the call. Then it rang and he answered it. What do you know? It’s a telemarketer! My husband asked him for his name and the company he’s working for. The caller immediately hangs up and never called again.

It seems we're not safe from telemarketer even with our cell phones.

I can't believe I wrote the draft above on a piece of bond paper and a pencil. I thought I'd write something and it's the nearest thing I could grab.

Now for that catnap.