And so, almost six years after I last used them, I found myself pulling phones out of a box. The one corded phone had old batteries in it, and so it had to be thrown out. Storing something away like that -- carelessly -- is so very unlike me. But I remembered why I didn't take the batteries out in the first place: I didn't want to lose the last caller ID from my mom.
It's gone now.
And I threw out the phone. My husband says that's because I'm not crazy. Sometimes I'm not so sure.