Yes I DO have a blog!

As I've been reminded, it's a month since I last posted here. So much for my planned schedule, thanks to being away, picking up every bug along the way, and trying to work. Funny how feeling rotten knocks the heck out of priorities.
     Spring in California was lovely, the kids and grand kids were amazing and making it back all in one piece (snotty-nose and all) felt incredible. Coming home to green lawns, trees budding and the spring ritual of male ducks chasing females (or as in the case of what my neighbor calls "the slut duck"--a female chasing the males) it took away from the sting of additional snow and rain and flooding in various nearby areas.
     Spring is also time for more "Mikeism's". Sorry, but I just can't ignore the fodder he feeds me. :}
     Since we hadn't seen our neighbors following our return, Mike called Chris. A man--who sounded like Chris--answered saying, "Michael."
     "Hi Chris. This is Mike," Mike said, thinking the voice on the other line greeted him by name.
     "I think you have the wrong number. I'm Michael," said the man.
     "Yeah, sure Chris. Are you busy? Since I haven't seen you for awhile, I thought I'd come over and visit. I'll bring my own coffee."
     "Ah. I think you've got the wrong number."
     "Come on Chris. I haven't got time to play games. If you don't want me to come over, that's okay."
     "No. Really. You've got the wrong number. I'm Michael," said the very patient man. By this time I would have hung up on Mike, but perhaps this guy was bored at work.
     "Chris. Knock it off. I know it's you. Do you think I don't know your voice?"
     A long pause. "Well, I may sound like Chris, but this is Michael. You've got the wrong number."
     "Chris," Mike said, probably rather huffy by this time, "your number's programmed in my phone. I've called you before. I know this is you!"
     "Sorry," the man said.
     At this point Mike began to think maybe he did have the wrong number and hung up after a sort-of apology. "Okay Chris. Sorry to have bothered you. Bye."
     Two days later Mike saw Chris out in the yard and walked over. He told Chris about the call and laughed, saying, "you thought you could trick me, didn't you?"
     Chris laughed, but said, "Mike, I didn't get a call from you. Are you sure you have the right number?"
     "Of course I'm sure. I've called you lots of times with that same number. Did you change it?"
     "No, not for several years. I'll tell you what. You call me now and we'll see who answers."
     So, Mike pulled up the number he had listed for Chris and pushed the call button. For some mysterious reason Chris disappeared into the garage just as Mike placed the call. This time he got a voice message: "Hi, this is Michael. I'm sorry I'm unable to take your call (yeah, he probably recognized the number from this weird guy calling him Chris). Please leave me a message." Mike hung up without leaving a message and was so pissed at Chris for perpetuating the joke, he took off on his bike and didn't talk to Chris until the next day. After confronting Chris again on his "little joke," Chris said, "okay. I'll call you and you'll have my number in your phone, and then we'll compare the numbers."
     Chris called Mike and it turned out Mike did have the wrong number programmed for Chris. Now the question is: Who did Mike talk to in his previous calls to this number? or, did the number in his phone somehow get changed by the airwaves ghost? :} Whatever the answer, life with Mike is never boring!
     It's great to be back. Thanks for reading.