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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Ring-a Ding Ding

It’s about this time of night when I get a little chatty. Sadly, since Other Half is in bed because he must arise to instruct the Future of America in the early morning, I am left to my own devices. I usually stare at the phone and the clock, performing a mental calculation in my head (which is where most mental conversations and calculations take place.) Are they awake? It’s 10:30pm, too late for a casual call. It’s 11:30pm, she’s called me that late, may I call her? In the summer, I’d just invite people over to spend a long evening deep in conversation over platters of summer food. Now that the temperatures are sinking below freezing and the nights are still short of light, everyone curls into a little mute cocoon.

Over in my neck of the woods, I just can’t kill the night owl. I have a pile of laundry to fold, a kitchen to clean, and maybe a sleep-wrecking square of chocolate to devour.

People call me all day long. They call to ask me directions (I am a human GPS, apparently.) My friends call to ask about cooking, ingredients, movies, even ‘who was that one guy that was in that one movie’ (Clive Owen, Children of Men.) This late at night, though, who can I call? Some of my favorite people (you know who you are) dislike talking on the phone no matter the hour. Unless I’m stuck under a fallen column, or under a cloud of postpartum depression, I want to talk to you. So, why don’t you leave your number with area code in my comments so that I can—just kidding. I kill me.

Are there any of you for whom a call after the obligatory 9PM cutoff point is fine and dandy? Do you panic if the phone starts ringing at 11:45PM? As much as I like to listen to Fresh Air or This American Life, sometimes there is just nothing like talking to another person. Does that sound melancholic? I don’t mean it to be. I guess the writer’s strike is beginning to give me melancholia (curable by frontal lobotomy, I watched it on PBS last night.) The strike is also giving me pains in the eyeballs, drop me a line, I’ll tell you all about it.

24 comments:

Lucky Red Hen said...

Look! I'm up :o) You can always call me, however, I'm not sure I can keep up with you because you're smarter-er than I. Besides, we don't have a home phone so you won't be waking anybody up since my cell phone is on perpetual vibrate and left on my desk at the other end of the house. If there WAS an emergency, I am not the one to call in case you're only allowed one call, wink wink, know what I mean? You're the best 411 operator I've EVER talked to!

~j. said...

Over here in my neck of the woods, I can't kill the rooster.

wendysue said...

My mom is the classic night owl, I know I could call her any given night about 1 am and she would cheerfully answer the phone. . "HeLLLLLOOO?" So I have to do calculations in the morning to see if she'd be awake yet.

ktb said...

Did you see the episode of "Curb" when Larry and Cheryl have this very dilemma?

I've also wondered the same thing recently and I've decided to call people's cell phones and if I wake them up it is their fault for not silencing their phones!

Fig said...

I loathe talking on the phone. I love, love, LOVE to talk in person - I could sit and chatter for hours, or all night, or even for days, but the phone makes me nervous. I'm weird.

fijiangirl said...

You can call me since I am in a different time zone. i love to talk on the phone, I love to talk in person. so put me on your list!

Rynell said...

I too had laundry and a dirty kitchen at midnight.

I tend to freak out more when people call me at 6 AM (or 7 or that matter) than I do if they call at 11:45 PM. Although I have also been jolted by a number of random-wrong-number WEIRDO calls between 3 and 4 in the morning.

Patti said...

I too am up early mornings to teach the future of America (liked the way you put that), but even back in the day when I wasn't, if you called me after 9 pm it only meant someone was dead.

Then again, I'm a lot older than you.

SusieQ said...

I'm a night owl, too. Something to do with the only "alone time" I get. I tell people they can call me up until midnight, but nobody ever does.

La Yen said...

I'm up, but I don't know that I am that interesting. You would have to supply the topic. And the banter. But I would totally talk and be all "You are SO right! How do you think of that? They are lucky to have you!"

Likely said...

I am not a night owl and do not like the late call. BUT I am east coast time and can be the early morning is she up? call. As early as you wake up MST, you can guarantee we have already hit the ground and have been running for hours.

c jane said...

We used to online chat until two or three I recall. What happened to those nights?

P.S. Does chatting online fulfill your soul in the same way as a phone call? You know I like it.

kiki said...

You can call me any time! I like my sleep, but I like my peeps more.

Are you going to tell them about how two nights ago, I was so bored and without new TV shows that I was watching the Democratic Presidential Debates? The pain and the anguish! MY GOODNESS!

compulsive writer said...

"So, why don’t you leave your number with area code in my comments so that I can—just kidding. I kill me".

I'm checking back to see what you get.

I'm a bit of a night owl, too, whilst my husband (also an instructor to the Future of America) sleeps. But I'm not too lonely these days because now I have night-owl teens. And their friends. And their friends' friends.

My favorite way to chat is locked away in my sewing room with the phone on speaker phone. I've learned I have to be careful, however. I wasn't quite sure what to do when one of my younger children overheard a friend of mine telling me how late (early?) she'd been out making out with her boyfriend. (Those weren't her exact words.)

laquina said...

You do call me late which is just fine by me. H's are notorious night owls, except you aren't an H anymore. You should come to terms with your new last name already and go to bed early like a good wife.

But I will cut you if you call in the single digits....

sarah k. said...

Although I'm one of your phone-phobics, that doesn't mean I won't answer the phone. I just don't like to dial. Unfortunately, even if my obligatory cut off is 11:00pm, that still makes it 9:00 for you. So I haven't helped solve your dilemma. I'm sorry.

sara said...

I do assume the worst when the phone rings after 10, but it's always one of my sisters who know my noctural ways anyway. Hm, I just said "way" in 3 different words in that sentence.

Hollywood said...

My phone problem is that I HATE talking during the day because there are a million things going on around me that I should be doing but after 8-9 pm, I'm good, relaxed and ready to go. But since I live on the west coast all my family (TX and NY) are already asleep and my girlfriends out here are all heading for bed because they are all as exhausted as I am.

So yes. I'd chat with you anytime. I pretty sure I'm the only "Flake" in Los Angeles. Let's twalk.

david mcmahon said...

G'day from Down Under,

I came here from I Gotta B's blog, a favourite pit stop of mine.

With the huge time difference, it's mid-morning here in Oz, so I'll take your call.

Cool?

kristenlibrarian said...

Dude! I missed the show on frontal lobotomies??? Stupid American Idol! (Seriously, I really did want to watch that show. I heart pbs so!)

dlyn said...

Late phone calls scare the crap out of me. Nice blog - love reading you and I will be back.

Azúcar said...

Dear Mr. McMahon,

1.) I doubt my husband would be thrilled by your proposal.

2.) I don't even call the Australian friends I have now.

Thanks anyway

sarah k. said...

I woulda' called him. It cracks me up that he left the comment. I can even hear his accent in his wording.

soybeanlover said...

well I was going to offer too, but since a phone conversation with me would be like an expensive first date w/o any action afterwards, we'll leave it at an offer for blog commenting in the wee hours.

p.s. Queen S's friend and long time lurker.