First it was WordPress filling Reader up with posts by people of whom I had never heard; then my landline went on the blink giving the engaged tone when I called out, and when people called me. I checked online, thank goodness the Internet still worked, and found there had been some vandalism, and repairs were underway but with no certain date when they would be completed. By midweek I could call out, but it was only Thursday when I started receiving calls again.
On the bus home I settled myself to clear old text messages from my ‘phone. There were rather a lot, and I felt pleased with my housekeeping, but not for long. A couple of hours after all the deletions, I got a message to say my message box was full and incoming messages were being rejected.
I had kept some messages, mostly from the time when Mother was dying. I have one series of messages with my nephew recording how she is, and including photos, that I want to keep. But today I think the time has come to email them to myself, then transfer them to a document, recording the date and time of each message in the conversation, print and store them in the box of things I have kept from Mother’s last days. Even if this doesn’t allow me to receive incoming messages, I shall know that these are safe. Sometimes I almost yearn for the days when snail mail was the norm, and communication by ‘phone a luxury kept for after six and at weekends.