“Not in Assisted Living (Yet): Dispatches from the Edge of Independence!

Welcome to my World---Woman, widow, senior citizen seeking to live out my days with a sense of whimsy as I search for inner peace and friendships. Jeez, that sounds like a profile on a dating app and I have zero interest in them, having lost my soul mate of 42 years. Life was good until it wasn't when my husband had a massive stroke and I spent the next 12 1/2 years as his caregiver. This blog has documented the pain and heartache of loss, my dark humor, my sweetest memories and, yes, even my pity parties and finally, moving past it all. And now I’m ready for a new start, in a new location---a continuum care campus in West Michigan, U.S.A. Some people say I have a quirky sense of humor that shows up from time to time in this blog. Others say I make some keen observations about life and growing older. Stick around, read a while. I'm sure we'll have things in common. Your comments are welcome and encouraged. Jean

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Answering the Phone Like It’s 1999 (and Why I Still Do)

In an age of spam calls, scam alerts, and algorithmic matchmaking gone rogue, answering the phone has become a lost art—or a risky gamble. But for those of you who still pick up, there's legacy, curiosity, and a dash of storytelling gold waiting on the other end. This post explores why Jean still answers unknown calls, what happened when a mysterious woman asked for her late husband, and how a $7.98 cell plan became part of her personal history.  AI... 

I’m not one of those old people who is afraid to answer a phone call from an unknown number. Yes, I’ve been to the classes on how not to be a senior citizen who gets scammed by a fake grandson who needs bail money to get out of a Mexican jail. I know enough not to buy gift cards, money orders or bitcoins for strangers who will “pay me for the trouble” by letting me keep part of the money from their (bad) check. I know better than to believe Microsoft would call little old me to tell me my computer has a virus and I need to let the caller remotely control my keyboard. In the world of protecting old people from themselves we are told if it’s a legitimate call, they will leave a voice mail. But what fun would that be? Besides, I tell people who question why I would put myself in harm’s way by answering that very scary phone that I know how to hang up, and I would sooner tell someone on the phone my weight than give out my Social Security number, bank routing info or credit card details. And I don’t make donations by phone. “So save your pitch for someone else,” I’ve been known to say. 

The Mysterious Caller 


I was expecting a call back from my financial advisor when I answered the phone and heard a woman asking to speak to Don. My husband died over a decade ago so I replied, “May I say who is calling?” to which the woman hemmed and hawed and finally repeated, “Can I speak to Don?” Her voice wasn’t crackly sounding like most people in my age bracket or I would have thought it was an old girlfriend trying to get closure—or maybe start something up again. 

But her voice was young and sexy and for a split second I thought about all those young women with cleavage-forward photos that I just deleted from my Facebook Page’s “People You May Know” slideshow. God only knows what I was researching online to give Facebook’s matchmaking algorithm the idea I’d be interested in finding overseas women with names like Cherry whose sweaters are two sizes too small. Clearly the algorithm went rogue. Unfortunately, I knew a man who did click one of those dark-eyed girls to find romance but all he got was an imaginary girlfriend who ghosted him when his bank account was drained.

Then my mind went to the possibility there could be a daughter out there that Don never knew about who is trying to fill in her long lost family tree. We didn’t talk much about our past romantic histories but he was a good looking guy who no doubt sowed a few wild oats, as the saying goes. But I reasoned he would have been found years ago by an unknown child because we didn’t move around much. Nope, I finally decided it was a telemarketer so I told the woman, “You might want to take this number off your call list. Don’s been dead for quite some time.” She hung up. 

When I got off the phone I googled her phone number, as I always do, to see if it came from a known scammer but this time the number the woman was calling from was a local mortgage company. The last time Don’s name was on a mortgage it was near the turn of century and it was paid off long ago. Curiosity can lead us down some strange paths and I can’t stop running scenarios through my head. Should I call the number back and demand to talk to the women who failed to announce she was calling from a mortgage company? Do mortgage companies do cold canvassing? Was there something wrong with that last mortgage or does Don still own one of the rental properties he had back in his prime because a mortgage company screwed up? Her reasons for calling could be anything, and if she sends a follow up in the mail, I will be ready with my Tenacity Hat on and a notepad close at hand. 

Don’s Legacy and a $7.98 Cell Plan

Don had his massive stroke in 2001 leaving him unable to use a phone, but the phone number he used—and I still do use—went back the 1980s when cell service was first introduced to our city. He had rental property, a parking lot maintenance business and a personal life attached to that phone and we didn’t want to give up the number because we still needed many of those people to be able to contact us. The cell company, however, looking for a way out of the contract didn't want to accept my checks for the monthly payments, and they made me jump through hoops to get the contract changed over to my name. 

One of the hoops involved getting a letter from a doctor stating that Don could no longer write or talk and another letter from a contract lawyer basically stating the obvious, that he was not dead yet and while we didn’t have the same last name we were legally married and had the documents to prove it. Because Don was one of the first to sign up for those crazy things called a CELL phone—the contract had a lifetime fixed rate of $7.98 a month. That didn’t change until I wanted a smart phone a few short years ago. If I had wanted to keep a flip phone I could still be paying $7.98. 

Forty plus years of cell service for $7.98 a month was hard to give up but it was worth it because I do like having a semi-smart phone. It’s an android, the stepchild of the coveted Apple iPhone, which is smart enough to challenge me but not outsmart me. My fellow residents are always talking about how long they have to stand in line down at the Apple Store to get one thing or another fixed or figured out. 

When I left the flip phone behind I got to keep our Vintage Phone Number. Or I should I once again had to put on my Tenacity Hat and jump through enough hoops to rival those in an old fashioned circus act involving a pack of poodles to make that happen. So in case, you’re wondering I will keep on answering unknown calls for as long as I remember how to hang up, because I’ve got nothing to lose—except the time I’ve saved by not standing in line at the Apple Store, and because sometimes the best stories start with a ring and a little curiosity. ©

 Until Next Wednesday. 

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