After hearing brother-in-law Bill rave on for years about his club membership in the Oakland-area Costco, it sounded like some kind of cult. Finally, when our corporate membership to Sam's Club ran out, we put down our fifty bucks for a membership in the Costco in Eden Prairie. Here we are in the weather-swept parking lot this afternoon, icy snow bearing down and threatening to ruin the Thanksgiving weekend, struggling to take a self-portrait in front of Costco, for Bill's sake. We're in the club, Bill!
We made our first purchase today, something to replace the Magic Jack free phone calls system we've struggled with for the past year or so. We have $125 worth of monthly cell phones but they don't work well indoors. We pay a ton for phone technology and all we'd like is a nice old-fashioned phone conversation where you don't have to say "over" when it is the other person's turn to talk.
Don't know if that will ever happen again. But we now hope to do a better job with our end of the conversation with a new $185 Ooma, a Voice Over Internet Phone (VOIP) that promises free calls and the best voice clarity of all the internet digital phones. . . which isn't a very high bar.
We will let you know how it goes, and when we do, we'll tell you what our next phone number is. In the past year or so we've had more telephone numbers than we had in the previous 60. (ELcrest 1895 was Kathleen's first number; ROckwell 3, 7364 was Stan's. Hard to remember the one we use now.)
And all we really want is a nice relaxed conversation. When can that happen?
