|Goodbye old friend|
The land line conversion was a little more complicated. We get our internet from the phone company, so they had to install a wireless connection. Turns out our neighborhood has been updated with fiber optic cable. So the guy had to go down the street, tap into a box on a pole and run cable back to our house. That cable is run through a hole he drilled in our foundation and connected to a box also mounted on a basement wall. A big box, with lots of lights. From there wire was fished through the walls to a new wall plate he installed to which our modem is connected. After 3 1/2 hours of work by the tech, we were completely wireless.
It's taken some getting used to. First, we both have to remember to keep our phones within reach. I might have mentioned that previously we had a land line connection in all but one room. Now if we leave a cell phone upstairs and hear it ring, we know we're not going to get to it in time. But my philosophy about phones has always been that just because it rings doesn't mean you have to answer it. The same applies to doorbells.
We share 700 minutes a month and since most of our family and friends are with the same provider, we'll never come close to our limit. I may go days without actually calling anyone, although I do get a lot of spam calls, one from 000-000-0000. I've never answered that one because I'm sure that once I do all of my bank accounts will automatically wire themselves to Nigeria.
Watching TV together the other night (we have become Big Bang Theory re-run addicts on TBS) Mrs. Grumpy mentioned how quiet it is without the home phone ringing with nuisance calls. It is indeed. Anyone who needs our numbers has them. The rest of the world can leave us alone.