pillow talk

Here is R. calling his grandparents on skype.

Cute, yes, but in actual fact a pillow propped against the couch is the extent of our technological capabilities for the next month.

After both our phone and Internet were disconnected in March, we managed to get a stopgap connection that we thought would last us until the end of the year. It only worked with one of our computers, skype was iffy, and it really only worked on our bed with the computer at certain angles. But it was something.

Then last week it suddenly stopped working.


When our friend called the phone company for us, they said, oh yeah, we reconfigured our service. There's no more connection in that area.

Uh, thanks for the warning.


So for the next few weeks, don't expect any calls from us.

Except via pillow phone.

Which is almost as satisfying as the ice cream that R. and Ju like to sell in our living room.



I wish I had some real ice cream, I said when R. handed me a cone.


This is real, he said, offended.