TechnoBoy is on the computer internationally gaming.
The Wife is cutting up 7 year old bank statements with the scissors and tossing the shreds into a cleaned out, 5 gallon drywall bucket.
She, too, is watching TV.
Yep.
We're wild ones, we are.
The ringtone for a text message goes off. We all stop.
"Whose is it?"
"I dunno."
"It's not mine."
"Dad, check yours."
The DAGU ("Daughter All Grown Up") is working for a communications conglomerate in the Big City.
She got a super deal on smartphones so now each of us have one.
And I'm just not smart enough for a smart phone.
I look at mine.
Sure enough.
I have a message.
I punch this, tap that, stop, SLIDE this, NOW tap that, and I find the message.
"Hey, this is Wally."
Wally? I dunno no Wally.
"Who is it?" asks the Wife as March of 2005 is rendered asunder.
"Wally."
"Who's Wally?"
"I dunno. You know a Wally?"
"I dunno a Wally. He's calling you"
"I DUNNO ANY WALLY!"
I pause briefly, expecting a rooster to crow three times.
A simple message -
"Hey, this is Wally."
I quickly realize something.
I am soooooo glad He is not me.
He knows each of us intimately.
The "hairs on your head"-type intimate.
The whole "knowing-my-fears-and- desires" closeness.
And He would never say "I dunno no Wally."
Never.
He loves Wally.
He died so Wally wouldn't have to. And He wants Wally to know Him - deeply.
He wants the same for me.
And you.
Yeah.
I go back to watching TV with the Wife.
I still dunno no Wally.