To text or not to text...

When in the states I seldom text message. In fact, I find it a bit irritating. But in Argentina there is a transformation that takes place. I am delighted when one of those text message envelopes appears on the screen. Messages like.... Lunch at La Esquina de Las Flores, 12:30? Walk Puerto M in the AM? Ok, for the 1st, drinks! Or like last night.... Cine: Jude Law, Juliette Binoche, Robin Wright Penn... (Ok, so I didn't rest. I will this weekend.) Back to the concept of texting, now a verb. I am sure it is a generation thing. My son's cohort have a text message vocabulary that makes an actual conversation obsolete. I can almost see his eye roll now as he listens to one of my voice mail messages. Implicit in the eye roll is the thought, "ok, get to the point." I must admit that the get to the point approach has merit but it leaves no room to expound. Some of you know me as quiet at times, or perhaps reflective. But others know that I have the side of me that can expound and take a very circuitous route to get to the point. Hence, to text or not to text... that is the question.