Category: Living my Life

I acquired my first cell phone in 1994. My job required me to commute across Nashville, Tennessee and my husband thought I needed a phone. It weighed about two pounds, seldom operated outside the city and the monthly fee for service was $30.00.

I am now on my fourth phone of the same brand, having moved to a pre-paid version a few years ago so I could still have cell phone service for approximately $30 a month.  I might say here that  my phone is very unsophistocated – no text or voice mail. The silence mode requires travel through so many menus, I never bother. When the announcement is made to “silence cell phones” I turn it off. Then it is silent.

Now, if I can’t buy air time, my phone may become obsolete.  I’ll have to update my cell phone capabilities. One thing is sure, though, I’ll never own a Blue Tooth. I saw a woman my age with one of those and it looked for all the world like she was talking to herself.

When  you’re a senior, you need to be careful about that. It can get you put in a home.

I’ve always written – in my head at least. Before I learned to put the ABC’s into words (a prerequisite to writing) I made up stories and acted them out. Living so much in the world of fiction, I was often left behind when it came to the real world.  One of my siblings said, “When I saw the title of your book (The Last to Know) I wondered if it were an autobiography.” I had to think a minute before I got it … proving once again that sometimes I am not really on top of things.

So, what you’ll get in this blog is my point of view – limited. No musings on the implications of existentialism on pragmatic thinking. Just a stream of consciousness from one who often is not fully conscious.