I’m canceling the landline telephone in my home. Mama Wordbones actually suggested that I do this four years ago. “It’s a waste” she said.
I kept it anyway. Having a real honest to god wired home phone just seemed like the normal thing to do. Forget the fact that we hardly ever use the thing. Everyone in our household has their own mobile phone. For the most part the only calls we get on the home phone are from telemarketers.
I’m actually kind of late to this game. According to this article by Daniel Gross in Slate Magazine, “the number of land lines has fallen somewhere between 4 and 6 percent in every year since 2000.”
“The growth and convenience of wireless have played a role, and so, too, have the rise in broadband Internet access and the availability of phone service from cable companies and outfits such as Vonage and Skype.”
The tipping point for me came during The Big Kahuna snow event. Somewhere between the first and second act of the blizzard we lost service on the home phone. We weren’t sure when it actually occurred and we didn’t miss it all. I didn’t even bother calling for a repairman until earlier this week.
Last night, as we sat at dinner at Café du Paris in Columbia, we calculated that the monthly cost of having a home phone is roughly the equivalent of a decent bottle of wine.
Once I thought about it in those terms the decision was fairly easy.
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