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Not so long ago, I told my neighbor to stop texting me. I did the same with all my students and customers. I asked them to text me only in emergencies, like when the house is on fire, or if they wanted to reschedule your appointment because they don’t want to drive in ice and snow—which I understand.
I don’t hate nothing and nobody, which was true until autocorrect came along.
Just a while ago I texted a friend and wished her belated Happy Birthday. I confessed to being a terrible friend, what was quickly adjusted and corrected to “I am a terrier.”
A group of older, married women met at a seminar on How to live in a loving relationship with their husbands. The women were asked, “How many of you love your husband?”
Some younger bloggers might find it hard to believe, but I grew up in a house without a phone and it worked just fine. We had to run to the neighbor’s house, if there was an emergency, but that wasn’t too often. Life without a phone was normal for many and as for texting, that word was non existing.