I have a cell. I’m using it to write this blog entry. I use my cell phone for everything but talking on the phone. As you can see from screen shots of my cell phone, my phone icon is on the back page to protect me from butt-dialing and simply because I don’t use it.

I’ve always detested phone chatter. It’s just not me. After meeting Rick in July 1979, we spread out our individual long distance calls throughout the week, but we were letter writers. Starting in 1983, as I entered Ball State University, I did chat weekly with Mother and my grandparents. It continued after I moved to Dayton in 1990.

Mother was basically the only person I ever really chatted with on the phone, long term. I especially loved talking to Mother while I was driving. It helped occupy the time and was a break from listening to music or a video documentary. Since Mother’s passing in August 2019, my sister and I now occasionally chat on the phone.

If I am talking with someone face to face, I am occupied. However, concentrating for a phone call and watching television or a movie at home is difficult for me. I keep busy and can maintain better attention. It is the same with audiobooks.

Face to face conversations are the best.