Day 85
Nearly every day I get text
messages or phone calls from unidentified numbers asking me to play
Beyonce. My cell phone number and Kiss
107’s request line share all seven digits. I ignore them all.
“Why don’t you change your
number?” my husband asks. I don’t
tell him it took me five years to switch to a 513 area code after our move to
Cincinnati.
It’s Christmas and we’re
snuggled inside the house.
Surrounded by family and yummy foods, the idea of a random act of
kindness that involves leaving the house is terribly unappealing.
We’re also exhausted. F. woke up every hour starting at three
a.m. to open presents. Every hour
we sent him back to bed.
My phone “blings” and I know
what I’m going to do. I go online
and find the station’s text number and forward all the unfulfilled music
requests.
I’m sure Beyonce’s Single
Ladies is someone’s Jingle Bells.
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