Recently, I've been thinking about giving mine up. You know, when I was growing up, no one had a cell phone, and we were all fine. We were safe. My husband has two cell phones (and an office line where someone always answers) so if there's an emergency, someone can always reach him. Always. Even with a cell phone, I'm not always so reachable. So why do I need it? Could I recreate a simpler time by saying so long to the cell?
I was thinking about this the other day, and then I started thinking about my friend E. I hadn't talked to E. in quite some time. I missed talking to her. I like talking to her. I started to worry if something had happened in E.'s life that made her want to stay off the phone, even though she loves the phone. Maybe something bad made her want to withdraw and shore up? She's usually so chatty! I started to wonder if perhaps I had offended E., and she was just figuring out how she'd like to talk to me about it. But then I realized I hadn't talked to her in so long, I'd hardly had an opportunity to offend her. And then I realized that the very last time we'd spoken, she'd told me it was lucky I'd called her, at home, because she has no cell phone and she doesn't call anyone and wouldn't have my number even if she wanted to call me. When we finally spoke the other day, E. said, "You know, at first the no-cell-phone thing was fine. And then I realized I hadn't talked to ANYONE in a really long time!"
All this to say, a so long to my cell would only make my life more difficult. So, I'm embracing my cell but cultivating a Skinny attitude toward it. I'm only going to use it when I really want to.
Other random notes:
My daughter calls Passover "Makeover."
My son ate my mother's chicken soup for the first time and pronounced it Deee-licious! I was all farklempt.
My mother made brisket for Passover, and a turkey, of course. For the brisket, she adapted a recipe from The Mensch Chef to make it kosher for pesach (she left out the Worscestershire sauce). It was so good that I'm a little sad that that cookbook came into our lives just as meat seems to be leaving mine. I could only have a nibble, but it was mighty tasty!