Or possibly Monday. But the fact of the matter is that for several months now (maybe since January or February) I haven't had a functioning cell phone. For me, it hasn't been that big a deal.
It all started back when the family was fighting off a stomach bug, and Nate threw up on my pants. After cleaning Nate up I threw my pants in the wash, found myself a new pair, and kept on trying to keep everyone hydrated and comforatble. Turns out my phone was in my pants. Even after a night in some rice, the thing just wouldn't turn on.
Now, most people would just bite the bullet and get a new phone. But I'm not allowed to have one at work (for various reasons), and since we've got Emmie still real young (nine months this past week!) we're not out all that much. And so, I opted for no phone until we got a new plan, which was supposed to happen in May. And all in all it hasn't been that much of a hassle. Instead of Jill and I each having a cell phone, her phone has turned into the family cell phone. Whoever's out gets it, in order to call back to our landline (which is really VOIP in actuality). There have been maybe a dozen times in the past few months where it woud've been nice for us both to have one, and only a handful of times where it was frustratingly needed.
Which kinda makes you realize the difference between something that's necessary and something that's desired. I remember back in college when one of my friends got the first cell phone in our group. He kept it in a drawer with the battery removed. A cell phone is not much good if nobody is dying to get in touch with you. And happily (or sadly, if you read it this way), I went months without checking the messages on my dead phone, with no adverse results. It's less isolation than simplicity.
But anyways, Jill and I will both be getting new phones either tomorrow or on Monday. We are finally getting smartphones. I understand that this may make us hip and with it. Oh well.
It all started back when the family was fighting off a stomach bug, and Nate threw up on my pants. After cleaning Nate up I threw my pants in the wash, found myself a new pair, and kept on trying to keep everyone hydrated and comforatble. Turns out my phone was in my pants. Even after a night in some rice, the thing just wouldn't turn on.
Now, most people would just bite the bullet and get a new phone. But I'm not allowed to have one at work (for various reasons), and since we've got Emmie still real young (nine months this past week!) we're not out all that much. And so, I opted for no phone until we got a new plan, which was supposed to happen in May. And all in all it hasn't been that much of a hassle. Instead of Jill and I each having a cell phone, her phone has turned into the family cell phone. Whoever's out gets it, in order to call back to our landline (which is really VOIP in actuality). There have been maybe a dozen times in the past few months where it woud've been nice for us both to have one, and only a handful of times where it was frustratingly needed.
Which kinda makes you realize the difference between something that's necessary and something that's desired. I remember back in college when one of my friends got the first cell phone in our group. He kept it in a drawer with the battery removed. A cell phone is not much good if nobody is dying to get in touch with you. And happily (or sadly, if you read it this way), I went months without checking the messages on my dead phone, with no adverse results. It's less isolation than simplicity.
But anyways, Jill and I will both be getting new phones either tomorrow or on Monday. We are finally getting smartphones. I understand that this may make us hip and with it. Oh well.
