Those who know me well know that I don't care to talk on the telephone. I just don't do small talk well, and that's what most phone conversations seem to be about.
Several years ago I got Cliff a cell phone for Christmas. He uses it quite a bit, especially to talk to his siblings. I've never really had a desire to have one of my own, though.
Cliff is rather technically challenged, so he usually has grandchildren add new phone numbers for him, figure out any problems he's having with it, and so forth. Our daughter has patiently explained certain proper ways to do things with that phone, and Cliff has promptly forgotten each tip.
This morning I ordered myself a cell phone, and we're getting on a family plan. Maybe I'll learn enough to help Cliff out of these tight spots. Or perhaps there will be two of us begging grandchildren for help. Time will tell.
My main reason for getting a phone of my own is so I can call Cliff. See, if he's out in the pasture and I want to tell him dinner's ready, I've always been able to call his cell from our house phone... but it's a long-distance call! Out here in the boonies, any number that doesn't have the same prefix as ours is long-distance.
Another way it'll come in handy is at those times when Cliff and I get seperated in a crowd, whether it's at a big Walmart, a tractor show, or a state fair.
Yes, I have finally joined the twenty-first century. I'm even a little bit excited about it.