Yeah, I totally forgot about this yesterday. Instead of blogging, I was out with my best friend. We saw Safe House and then went to Texas Roadhouse and drank margaritas and tried to forget Safe House. I have no idea who Ryan Reynolds is, but I know he has only one expression. Still, it wasn't a bad movie for what it was--a simpleminded action film with vague pretensions to relevance. And hey, Denzel. He's my generation's Sean Connery.
Anyhow, I forgot about the February Photo Challenge until I was at home, slightly tipsy, and caring for a sick husband. I did indeed abandon a sick husband to go watch a movie and drink, but he got prime rib out of it when he came to pick me & Mark up, and in my defense as far as either of us knew he wasn't sick when we went out. So last night slipped by me.
I did get a good picture earlier this afternoon, though, and another for today as well. So I'm going to play catch up and try to keep up with it better.
I actually am old enough to remember when not only were cell phones not ubiquitous, but home phones themselves weren't. I strongly suspect that po' folks dragged this latter happenstance out for the rest of society, but I remember well the uncertain nature of paying relatives a visit when no one had a phone to call anyone else. Would they be there, or would a long bus ride be for naught?
As an adult, I rather enjoy the feckless nature of not having a cell phone. I am an introvert, so I feel no need to be constantly connected to my fellows. I rather resented that expectation when I did have a cell phone, in fact. I have said for years, and I stand by it, that unless you are a doctor or a drug dealer, you really don't need to be reachable twenty-four hours a day.
And even most drug dealers sleep.
(And no, I have no qualms buying used cloth diapers. I see it as no different than cloth diapers I buy new--they get adequately cleaned and sanitized in the wash. This way, no new resources are used and I don't have to waste water and effort prepping them for first use.)