A dear friend of mine called me on the telephone & asked if I was busy. I replied, “I’m painting.” We agreed that we’d talk later, because nothing was up, just the usual chit-chat phone call. So we cordially said our goodbyes and hung up.
Later, my dear friend called me back and again said nothing’s going on, just called to make small talk. So I replied, “I’m painting, can I call you back?” I added that last question, because who better to know when I would have a moment, than I?
And my dear friend asked, “You’re not done painting yet?”
It took me a minute to find my indoor voice. “I’ll call you back when I’m done painting,” I said into the telephone receiver & we cordially said our goodbyes and hung up.
That was a year ago.