September 27, 2011

making janice happy

dear clues that become you diary,

when the phone rang today, i already knew who it was. true, caller ID helps out, but i knew beyond that even. i could have just let her go to voice mail, to my mexican greeting that throws even the best of callers completely haywire when they get it, but i got brave all of a sudden and pressed the little green talk button. janice didn't recognize my voice, but i sure did recognize hers. i've told you all a hundred and forty times about my facial recognition disorder and even if i'd had lunch with janice and she came to my door, i prolly wouldn't know who she was, but on the phone i knew exactly who she was the very instant she asked for me. isn't that strange? odd, that i have such a keen sense, even after two years of NOT hearing her voice? prolly not. i had clues and clues are important. let's talk about what a clue is and is not. a clue is knowing to seek janice out. a clue is to know janice would prolly call. a clue is seeing the number on the caller ID. a clue would be to answer the door when janice knocks.