Step Up

When I ask for advice, the next thing I need to do is step up and follow through to find the rest of the story.  

I noticed for all of yesterday, I had no bars on my cell phone.  As we have given up the land line phone, it was concerning.  Yes, we do have Dennis’ cell phone as a back up. 

I had sent an email for advice and the response was simple.  Try to shut off the phone for minutes and then restart it to see if it could seek tower support.  Nothing.  The second bit of advice was next.  I went online and sought out Tracfone.  I chose the “online chat.”  I was number 16 in the que.  Eventually Jeffrey and I were chatting.  

I learned a lot about online chatting.  It works.  As questions were asked of me, and I responded, one after another of possibilities were checked off.  I had the serial number without any problem.  It was listed under the icon of “Prepaid.”  No, it had not accidentally been put on airplane mode.  When I was asked to remove the sim card, now that took me back a bit.  I got the back off of the phone and it seemed the battery took up 98% of the space.  Low and behold on the interior side was a little indent.  Yup, the sim card and I relayed the info that was on it.

After an hour that even had me standing next to a house window to see if that would indicated and allow connectivity, there was a long pause.  Jeffrey took the number of Dennis’ cell phone.  I was given the assurance that though he had to pass this problem along to someone else, I would receive a phone call on Dennis’ phone after eight this morning.  

This morning, I checked for bars on my phone . . . none.  I put Dennis’ phone and my phone in my pocket and went about my Thursday. About ten thirty I told Dennis I was going for my walk.  It had been four days of cold weather and today the sunshine told me I could walk.  I had my stocking cap on, my winter coat on and my phone jingled with the sound that text messages make.  MY phone jingled.  I had four bars and two text messages to read.  Perhaps this had all been a glitch in our world of technology or the person that had had this problem passed along to him . . . had taken care of it.  It matters not.  Both messages had been sent around the nine and nine-thirty and at ten-thirty the bars put the text messages through. 

What this glitch did teach me was to step up and try and take care of my business for our household.  Asking for advice is a good thing.  Taking what the advice is, for me to follow through with it . . . priceless.

I know cell phones don’t last forever, but I am not in the market for upgrading.  This little LG Tracfone serves me well and I don’t mind spending the $98.00 a year on it.