I lost my phone

It's here somewhere but I don't know where.

I was offered a sewing machine (I haven't sewed since highschool) and some assistance, so I think I'm going to start converting all of my old (and now far over-sized) BME shirts into a big quilt… Maybe it'll hang as a tapestry, maybe it will be for lounging about. I really need a place with a fireplace or woodstove I think. Seriously, it sounds silly, but I really miss chopping wood.

The lost phone reminds me — I'm old enough (!) that the first phone we had on the farm was a party line, so we had to share it with the neighbors (I think we had different numbers, but they all calls rang all the phones and we couldn't talk at the same time, or something like that)… And local calls were only five digits long. It's funny thinking about how exciting things like call waiting were when they were rolled out, but how incredibly mundane and taken-for-granted they are now.

Wow Shannon, that's really annoying! What is it, 1997 on Geocities? Retroweb is NOT cool!

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