Writing on a phone

We are at dad’s this weekend for his birthday. No internet here, so I am writing this on my phone as it switches back and forth between LTE and 3G. I feel like I am texting the internet.

It is fun going home on occasion. Dad decided he still wanted to cook instead of going out (first decent restaurant is 45 minutes away). We are having a low country boil, Diane’s first.

Thankfully online streaming technology has advanced enough to allow some downloading. Internet be dammed, I am prepared. If that fails, then it is back to basic cable on one of two televisions in the entire four bedroom house.

Nothing really changes in my hometown. Well, other than Alabama’s richest citizen buying more real estate. Everytime I come home, Dad points out something else that Jimmy bought.

On the positive front, Dad is finally starting to think about selling the house. I know it is hard for him keeping up such a big space after Mom. He is typically the sentimental type so its a big step.

Dinner’s ready! Time to stop texting everyone.

Author: C. T. Murphy

Part-time writer, sometimes blogger.