Long Hollow

I just hung up from talking to Tommy, my oldest that lives and works near Dallas. I rarely get to see him or talk to him. He's never been much of a phone-talker, but now, as a transportation broker, he has to spend hours on the phone at work. So I hesitate to call him - I know the last thing he wants to do when he gets home is talk on the phone…to his mother…but I had a question for him about an upcoming family wedding. He ended up talking quite a bit, telling me about work…his weekend…his upcoming plans.

I had other things I planned to do before heading to bed, but cleared them from my mind, reminding myself that a phone conversation with Tommy doesn't come around very often.

This little verse I first heard when he was a baby keeps running through my head. I think it still applies…

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for…<insert one of the following or make up your own>

…<babies grow up>
 …<grown sons don't talk on the phone very often>
 …<college kids don't like to come home>
 …<parents grow older>
 …<friends/family live out of town and we hardly get to see them>
 …<we've gotten too busy and haven't seen our local friends in a long time>

…we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I'm…

…<rocking my baby>
…<talking to my grown son>
…<spending time with my college kids>
…<visiting my parents>
…<getting together with out-of-town friends/family>
…<getting together with local friends>

and babies…grown sons…college kids…parents…friends…family don't keep.