Illustration Friday where the prompt is "vintage".
So it's an old dial telephone without the tedious details.
Remember the olden days before cellphones? Dialing and talking on those big heavy phones? Today's little kids might see one and wonder what it is.
When I was a kid, we had a wall-mounted phone in the kitchen. I remember the excitement that ensued when my dad hooked up a second phone in our basement. Two phones! One on each floor!
I called Grandma from the basement. Because I could.
Now I'm almost ashamed to admit that I hardly have any phone numbers memorized. My phone knows them for me.
Anyway, I had a pretty productive week. I had fun erasing things off the to-do list. And speaking of old things, remember our fridge that was going on the fridge fritz as I was getting ready to leave for P.E.O. convention weekend? We tried to revive it, but it just kept on fading, so we replaced it this week.
Couple of big men came over and hauled away the old sickly one and installed the pretty new one.
They called me "Ms. Baker" *sigh*
I didn't really care though. Because now I have ice.