Oh, the Technology!
See that? That's a picture of our driveway, taken by Ana this morning, in a rare overlap of her "pride" and my "goeth before a fall."
I'll explain, shall I?
Lest y'all were thinking that maybe I'd grown up, started seeing a REAL therapist and was done forever with my trademarked "Lucille Ball Develops a Twitch and a Drinking Problem Simultaneously" approach to life, dear reader, I give you today.
Well, actually, I give you last night.
At exactly eight-something in the evening, all of our linked communication devices --the satellite TV, the phones and, oh lordy, lordy, lordy, the INTERNET mysteriously went silent.
My husband, who really is a geek and is paid to be one, declared an OUTAGE. He made the requisite call to customer service, was promised a house-call on the morrow and went to bed.
I stayed up and tried to reconstruct my life. A life without Internet --it gave me pause.
But anywho, the next morning, there was still no .COM in our communication. Which left us with "unication" which means, um, NOTHING. As in, "Barb has no life without Internet! Nothing!"
So, I set about unplugging things and then holding my mouth differently and plugging them back in. And low and behold, it WORKED! First the satellite started working again and then my Internet. But the telephone? Still out.
Nevertheless, I was all cocky. I sent my husband an e-mail about how TECHNOLOGICAL I am and how impressed I was with myself.
And see? That's when the Karmic backlash became a necessity. Had I just mentioned that some services had been restored, perhaps I would not now feel like the biggest idiot on this planet.
The repair technician came in the early afternoon. He had to park in the street and hike up our hill because it's company policy that they are not allowed to park in the driveways of the clients. He was a little out of breath but perfectly, perfectly gracious about it.
So, he checked out the modem and it turns out that in all of my rebooting everything--you know, because I am SO TECHNOLOGICAL AND ALL-- I plugged the phone cable in upside down.
Took him less time to fix than it did to hike Mount Cooper.
His theory, not that he was TRYING to make me feel bad, is that there was some disturbance that resolved itself about the time I started my rebooting shtick.
I think I'll go out and steal someone's trash can and make my day complete.