phone

With how many times I’ve sent our family phones swimming I’ve been very diligent to baby our current equipment. I was astounded when my phone went on the fritz last week because I hadn’t even dropped it in a very long time. Both myself and the customer service lady on the phone were convinced it was the phone and not my sim card since I could still access the info on my card but couldn’t do anything with the phone.

So a dear friend sent me one of her unused phones. I couldn’t even get to the main screen on hers, let alone pick up a signal.

Finally Blue and I were able to get to the store this morning. Paul, who used to work for the company before it was even called TMobile, concluded it must be the sim card being glitchy, and not the phone. He was right!

Today I got the following things: a good walk, a brand new sim card for free, service to my mobile phone again, and that warm feeling that I have wonderful friends. Three out of four of those things individually are enough to make me happy.  The jury is still out about the phone service — does this mean I have to start answering it again? What of those who call my cell but never my home and I may go days without getting the message despite repeated reminders that I don’t check it? And what of those who still text me even though I tell everyone I don’t text?  It’s so much easier when I could just say “my phone is still broken.”

I’m still dragging my feet into this century, unconvinced that a cell phone will change my world.