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No T.: Just like the T. professional hitchhikers don't carry!
No T. at Mass today, which was unfortunate. I have some other plans, the best of which are to leave a message to call me back at her work or to ask my mother, who has a professional contact with her, to get it. Both have pitfalls, and neither includes what I really want, which is a chance to say, "Look, I'm really, really, really sorry I lost your phone number; I didn't mean to; please forgive me." I kind of feel that just asking her to call me would be really callous.
Maybe I'm oversensitive to my own acts. (OK, strike the maybe.) I feel as though, if I'm not organized enough to be able to keep track of seven digits associated with someone important to me, I really have no business calling. I'm holding myself to an absurdly high standard for someone in whom I am interested. High is good, absurdly is not. Overkill, Tablesaw, overkill.
So tomorrow (or Tuesday, if the parish center isn't open on Memorial Day) I'll call, leave an apologetic note, and ask her to call my new number. Probably, there's nothing to worry about.
Maybe I'm oversensitive to my own acts. (OK, strike the maybe.) I feel as though, if I'm not organized enough to be able to keep track of seven digits associated with someone important to me, I really have no business calling. I'm holding myself to an absurdly high standard for someone in whom I am interested. High is good, absurdly is not. Overkill, Tablesaw, overkill.
So tomorrow (or Tuesday, if the parish center isn't open on Memorial Day) I'll call, leave an apologetic note, and ask her to call my new number. Probably, there's nothing to worry about.