I Am Old… I Mean Old-Fashioned
Yesterday, I read on Facebook that one of my friends was going to make the plunge and “get rid of her land-line.” This seems to be the latest trend.
Right away, I thought to myself, “I would never do that. What if someone at my house was having a heart attack and I needed to call 9-1-1? I did not want my loved one to die because a) my battery was dead (like it always is), or b) my cell phone was nowhere to be found (a regular occurrence).”
I think I’m old-fashioned in other ways, too. I have stacks of cards (handmade and store-bought) on hand so that I can be ready in the event of someone’s birthday or loss of a loved one. Sending letters and cards seems to be a lost art nowadays.
While I’m admitting how old–I mean old-fashioned–I am, I have a hurricane lamp and candles I use every single day, wash my dishes by hand, and still garden and can on a regular basis even though it sure would be easier to buy stuff at the store.