Addie
Chef Extraordinaire
Smart hub. 10 years ago one could go to dinner and have an enjoyable conversation. Today a dinner party starts with everybody placing their cell phone beside the plate "in case of an emergency" or "it might be important".
Socializing is a dead art.
Rant over.
My oldest son Spike has had eight heart attacks. He is the main reason I always have my phone with me. The second reason is me. I have had three heart attacks. When I am out of the house, I keep my phone in the little zipper pocket on the front of my purse. I keep the pocket unzippered so I can hear the phone ring.
One day I left my home on my scooter and had just reached the end of the driveway. I started to have chest pains and even after two hits with the nitro spray, the pain was still there. I reached for my phone, called Pirate who was upstairs to come help me. He was there in a flash. By then the pain had subsided. But he stayed at my side while I brought the scooter inside and up to my apartment. Usually the pain is gone with just one hit. I was facing the third hit which meant call 911.
I have the nitro "spray" that the medics on the ambulance use. It works much faster than the pills. I keep a bottle at my bedside, in the Velcro bag on the arm of my scooter, on my computer desk and one in my purse. And as I move around my home, I keep my phone with me so I can hit the 911 button if necessary. I do not take it out if I am out to dinner with others. With four or more of us at the table, I am sure one of them can call 911 in time. There is always one phone "on the table."
I only talk to my kids. Mostly Spike and Pirate. And it is always a text message. The phone only rings when it is Winthrop calling me to remind me of an upcoming appointment.
Fork, knife, spoon and plate belong on the table. Along with other needed items for a meal. Phones are not an eating utensil.