Monday afternoon. Ping – a text arrived from my No 3 Grandson – “Do you by any chance have a set of poker chips.” Excuse me. This from a 15-year-old to his 74-year-old Grandmother.
I remember I did have something that might or might not be poker chips. So after some consideration and much digging and hunting I found what I was looking for.
My response – “I don’t know if they are poker chips but I have some things that could be”
Grandson – “Are there many and could I possibly have them for the weekend”.
Me – “Yes darling. I don’t know what they are. There are red ones, blue and green and white. There are 16 of each colour. If they are any use you may keep them. How shall I get them to you?”.
Gr – “Sweet I may ask mum to pop by on the way home”
Me -“Good. See you soon”
Gr – “Sweet”
2 hours later. Me – “What sort of time will you be here?”
Gr – “I don’t know maybe not today”
Me – “OK I’ll drop them into Mum’s office tomorrow or bring them when I meet her for coffee later this week.”
Gr – “Thanks”
3 days later. Gr – “Is it today you said you would drop off the poker chips?”
Me – “Yes. I’ll give them to Mum when I see her this afternoon”
Gr – “Thanks”
6 hours later Me – “Mum has the chips”
Gr – “Thank you so much.”
I wonder why my 15-year-old grandson would think that his grandmother has poker chips? He didn’t discuss this with his mother just decided that I was the best bet (ooh an unintentional pun). He is going away for the weekend with the rowing team and so I imagine that poker will be one way they will amuse themselves during their waiting time. I wonder where and when he learned to play.
I don’t send many text messages. I would much rather pick up the phone and speak to somebody, but we know that all the young of our species are glued to their smart phones sending and receiving many,many texts daily. I was pleased to see that Grandson No 3 was not using ‘text speech’ obviously either realised that I wouldn’t be impressed or else he thought that I wouldn’t understand what he was trying to tell me. Over the past few years texts seem to be the only way that my grandsons communicate with me when we are apart, So I am learning the art of “texting” although I am firmly convinced that text is not a verb, but in today’s changing world, I shall probably be proven wrong in this.
I just thought I would like to share this with you and see your reactions.
I choose how I will spend the rest of my life 