Unreachable

We went to the beach a week ago. We normally have reception on the beach. It’s sometimes a little weak, but I’ve checked email from the beach and made phone calls. But this time, our phones didn’t work for whatever reason. We had zero bars, as the teens say.

I was unreachable, which is how one should be on vacation, but I also could not reach out. I could not check my email, which meant that I couldn’t peek at something for a second and give an opinion. It was a very weird and wonderful feeling to be cut off during those hours. I read my book without feeling guilty because I could do nothing about it.

I mean, beyond going back to the hotel and checking my phone, which I didn’t do because have you ever tried to get a parking space near the beach? It’s impossible, so you don’t relinquish your space if you’ve landed one.

It helped that we were on vacation rather than at home, where we had the expectation that we’d be online. But sometimes, it’s nice to be unreachable.