drop the rock…

In our goal to reduce monthly expenses, we finally bit the bullet and rid ourselves of the ball and chain, the anchor, the leash…our cell phones.  More specifically our iPhones! I know, I know, gasps from the audience. But we were spending entirely TOO MUCH on cell phones, and quite frankly, cell phones that never ring anymore!

Our ATT contract expired in September, and at that point we went on a month to month deal until we either renewed, upgraded or closed the account.

We knew we needed to keep one of the cell phone numbers, we chose Michael’s for business reasons. And we decided to keep our business phone number which we have had for almost twenty years. (That one still rings and we get business on that one, so no-brainer).

It took some letting go on the part of myself and the kids to drop our numbers, but ultimately we ported out the two numbers to Vonage ($20.00 month and second line is free), forward the business line to an old-school phone plugged into a Vonage modem, which is plugged into our internet router on the boat and the other line is ported to a cheap MetroPCS cell phone with unlimited voice, text and web for $40.00 a month – no contracts –  and  closed the ATT account.  So now we have one cell phone, which we can just suspend while in the Bahamas for no cost, and Vonage will email us our voice messages so we can listen online.  How cool is that?  All for $60.00 a month. Down from $240.00+ I’d say that was pretty good.

Now…having a “family” phone.  Thank goodness I grew up in the ‘70’s when there were no answering machines, no call waiting, no cell phones.  We are living pretty old school.  If the phone rings, someone answers it.  If you do not happen to be with them at the moment you take a message…yes, you write down the person’s name and number.  At first, I was a little lost not having something to check constantly, and the awareness about how much I checked my phone for messages was eerie, but after about a week I became real good with not being so accessible.  I don’t NEED to be that reachable. I don’t WANT to be that reachable.  On the second day I rode my bike to the grocery store, like I do everyday, and had a fleeting moment of panic that I had forgotten “the” cell phone. I started to turn back to get it and stopped myself.  Instead I kept going, enjoyed my “un-reachableness” and had a leisurely visit at the grocery store.  Upon my arrival home I half expected the family to be up in arms about what they forgot to tell me they needed at the store, and they tried to call me, but I forgot the phone.

But it didn’t happen.  

They were right where I left them, taking it key-sey.

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