Skype is ending in May, that makes a
big difference to me. Back when I lived
on the moon outside of Medford I couldn't get
any phone reception; but the Internet worked, so I bought a phone number from Skype for, I dunno, about $39 a year plus $5/month - included talk, text; plus I added long distance credit, supercheap. A few times I did video calls with Pam in England, but then we forgot how to get our computers to talk to one another, or I did, but at least we could have long talks for next to nothing. Germany, too.
But Skype has been losing ground to Zoom, WhatsApp and others, and hard as I've looked I cannot find anything comparable in this world that I trust. Sure, they have things called VOIP, but you have to buy equipment or pay hefty monthly fees or the people you call have to be on it, too. One popular outfit insisted I HAD to use an App, what bullshit.
I had a simple flip phone until buying my first Smartphone last October, but I've only used it for work because Skype didn't accept 'group chats.' If the phone rang or blipped it was nice to know who was calling, plus I didn't get SPAM calls. It's grueling to change phone numbers on accounts, and I'm individually contacting friends of the change. I don't have that many, but at least they're real.
After learning the news I lamented at work, "They're ending Skype!"
"I know," Lori said, "I thought of you when I first heard."
We discussed the necessity of more than one phone - did I really need it?
"I can give everyone my new number, but I hardly know how to answer the phone so I'll lose all my friends, boo hoo!"
She assured me I can overcome this but I barely know the basics. My cousin responded to my text then we briefly spoke, but afterwards I wondered if I was screaming into the microphone so texted,
"Sorry if I yell in the phone, I have to learn." I got an LOL response, so it must be true.
I receive four separate responses before I can type out,
Thanks, I'm good, even using auto-words, how do people manage? That's what I like about Skype - I can open my laptop and quickly type messages out using a REAL keyboard. I can make a call, prepare a cup of coffee and when asked for prompts, my account number or whatever, I can switch screens using my mouse.
How'll I talk without my mouse?! It's a quandry. My head spins when I ponder future interactions with Amazon, Consumer Cellular or the banks when they instruct me to check my email (or the same phone!) for a code to verify I'm me; they'll wait.
So after the cake pop debacle (and to distract myself from current events), last month I decided to improve my skills and signed up for a Chocolate Dipping class. Upon arrival I regretted not taking my camera, forgetting that's what phones are for; for awaiting each pupil was an assortment of goodies and fondue pots with already-melting chocolate, one dark and one milk, to share between dipping partners. Mine was a nice young fellow who'd wanted some tips before tackling cake pops for his son's birthday, but the class was delayed by snow so he muddled through his like I did mine.

The layout was beautiful: each (raw) tray filled with strawberries; grapes; pretzel sticks; gummy worms; Oreos, Nutter Butters; dried apricots, banana slices and other weird stuff; marhmallows; biscotti; and rippled potatoe chips, those were really good. We brought our own whisks and coffee mug (to hold the whisk) and two cookie sheets each. Of course I also brought parchment paper, Tupperware containers, an apron and a few other things - I always overpack.
There were 5 of us dipping, chatting and laughing, but looking around I noticed everyone else was carefully twirling their fruit with panache while letting excess chocolate drip back into the fondue pot. Me, I dunked and dropped, alternating between the tray and my mouth but hell, people liked them all the same. The class went home with 2 large and 2 larger bars of chocolate for homework.
The other day, Lori sent me a Skype text:
"you're famous"
"Famous?" I assumed an auto-word flub.
"your pic is in a magazine"
"As long as it's not me knocking some kid off their bike," everyone has a phone.
"its a very good happy picture," bless her.
One of the residents had brought in the latest community college pamphlet stuffed in mail boxes, I was tickled. The class was 1-1/2 hours, but we were pretty much finished and cleaning up in an hour. Everyone had a good time and the instructor kept us engaged. The main points I remember is NOT to allow a single drop of water into the chocolate or it'll fall apart or something; and choc. covered strawberries must be eaten within 24 hrs because they ooze pectin (?) and that, too, will make the chocolate disintegrate.
MY point is, sign yourself up for a silly class. It's fun to play in the sandbox again.
But oh, damn, I need to take my own advice - does using my cell phone mean I can't talk to Miguel in Puerto Rico without incurring charges and minutes? I haven't had to worry about phone bills for ages and if I'm not careful I'll rack up a bundle. Better look back into that 'App only' outfit which offers free int'l calling, but oh, I'll be too embarassed to tell people I have the old number after all, where's that chocolate?