I texted, “Are you going to be home this weekend, specifically Saturday?”
I sent it to my mother. My father doesn’t think much of typed transmissions. They don’t fit his concept of “telephone,” a device for verbal communication in short form. Even if I sent him a text message, I’d have to identify myself as the originator because he has no contacts stored in his iPhone. He grew up in the era of lifting the receiver and saying, “Ava Lou, connect me to Lula Belle.”
And Ava Lou did. He’s resistant to do it himself.