Well,
it's happening again. I'm being dragged kicking and screaming from
my little cave into the modern world. Marc finally followed up on
his threats of getting me an iPhone. I was happy with my little flip
phone. It was uncomplicated and did what I needed it to do...make
phone calls, text, and tell me what time it is. Plus, it fit nicely
in any of my pockets. And since I don't carry a purse, and we all
know how mostly useless pockets are in women's pants, this is a big
deal.
I
haven't activated it yet. Right now I'm making a list of all the
phone contacts in my old phone since I may have to enter them all in
by hand on the new phone. But even if there is a way to magically
transfer my contact list, it's not a bad idea to have a list of phone
numbers elsewhere other than the phone.
I'm
guessing hoping that I can transfer all my data from the iPad to the
iPhone via my iMac. iYiyiyiyi!
So
long little purple Lazer. It was a good run.
