Hold the Phone!

As I was thinking of a title I could hear my father saying, 

"Hold the phone!" 

I don't hear that expression used often anymore,
but it certainly was one of his.
It's means "slow down a minute."

Most of us probably hold our phones a lot more than we used to. 

My phone has become my camera, alarm clock and even flashlight.

But sometimes I like to put it far out of reach. 

I like texted photos.  Here's some from this week.

I took some flag photos on Monday, but it took some time for the breeze to catch it just right. 

It also caught this great view of our neighbors' house, so I texted it to them 

since they were out of town, saying hello on Memorial Day.

The grands and I went to a gym open play time. They were non-stop

for a full hour. I'm sure I was the only one over 40 there, but I did see some

of my young friends with their kids which was nice.
(Needless to say, I came home exhausted!)

Grandson jumped on a blow up surf board and pleaded,

"Take a picture for Daddy, Grandma"

So we did and I sent it off into the air.

There's lots of construction at our church right now and I couldn't help

texting Grandson a picture of this cable going into the ground. 

At nearly 5, he's interested in all such things.

Of course his dad would have to show him the picture. Let's hope he did!

My sister lives where these don't grow so I texted her a picture,

sending her a virtual bouquet.

She was up north for a wedding and texted me a

picture of the house we lived in during our teen and college years.

How we loved that rambling old house. It looks exactly the same.

And that's five texted photos for Five on Friday.

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