October 1978 - First apartment and a phone with my very own number! Life was good.
It was just eight short years ago we moved into this old house and, before we settled in, I made sure we had a working telephone. At that time, I had my cell phone but still wanted, needed, loved my home phone. New number for this side of town - we moved all of 20 miles and that meant changing our number. Good times.
Here I am, October 2013 - thirty five years of 'my very own number' and I'm not so in love with my home phone.
On Friday, Mr. J&C and I took steps to let go of our land line and, if all goes according to plan, we will sell it in the neighborhood garage sale at the end of the month. We each have a cell phone. The poor home phone seems to only get calls from people trying to sell us stuff or persuade us to vote for the candidate of their choice or folks asking for donations.
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| This sign is on our front door, a gift for Mr. J&C when he retired in January. If only I had something similar for our phone. |
What about you? Do you still have a land line? Are we making a big mistake? Or, like butter churners and rug beaters, are home phones no longer necessary?
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