Phone Home

So, even though we had a phone plan that met our every need, meaning we could make phone calls, Jerry felt that it was necessary to move us over to a new plan that included texting, internet 'hot spot' and touch screen that moves annoyingly fast. I stubbornly refused to get the goofy gadget myself, and walked away from the cell phone kiosk with my good old phone, with its new sim card, in my purse.
Jerry seems to think that if I ever texted, I would like it. I know that isn't true. I don't even like punching in names on my phone list. And besides, sending them is less than half the work. Reading texts that others write makes me squint just to think about it.
I'm driving to Richland on Friday to give Mom her new phone. Since she is on our plan, when we change, she changes. Her new phone is an old fashion low-tech phone. She can even use the same phone she has now if she wants to. I just have to get the data moved to her new sim. Or I could just enter the phone numbers for her. Since she is such a stickler for spelling, I don't think she would take to texting anymore than I have.
Until Friday, she is without a cell phone. How did we get along before they were invented?
Nancy Sherer