I didn’t know what I was going to write about today, but, as my head screamed Get Up! at 4:45 this morning, I knew I had to write something. It is Wednesday, after all. Monday, Wednesday, Friday–my blog post schedule, and if I don’t pre-schedule my post, I have to get up early to write it. So, as I was saying, 4:45 this morning, my first thought is, What am I going to write?
Which turned out to be the least of my problems.
I’m at Mom’s house. Last year around this time, I got Verizon to wire her up for WiFi so I could work, because I’d already been living with her for two months (she was one sick kitty). So, I was looking forward to clicking on my computer, pulling up 777 Peppermint Place, and writing whatever came to mind. Except I couldn’t get on the internet. Verizon wasn’t working. I flipped through the files in my mind and remembered paying the bill, so it wasn’t that. I poked the button on the router, and that didn’t work. Then, I relied on the ever-popular unplugging routine.
And it didn’t work.
Talk about panic! I had visions of being here during Mom’s entire recuperation-from-surgery period having to rely on my Blackberry to connect with my cyberworld. My heart raced so much, I almost didn’t need the caffeine kick-start. Notice I said almost.
I ran diagnostics on my computer, which said to unplug the modem, so I unplugged the modem, which didn’t help. Again.
Before I threw the entire thing out the window–modem, router, computer, and all–I decided to take a coffee break. Five-fifteen. Start the coffee, catch the morning news, fume at Verizon for not working.
Go back, try it again.
Better results this time. I’m hooked up and ready to rumble, except for some reason this super-fast internet service we’re paying for is moving slower than a snail in a molasses spill.
More coffee, more news, check my email on the Blackberry. Go back, try it again. I shut everything down, left it all off for ten minutes, hooked it up again, and Bingo! We’re movin’! The snail is out of the molasses. At least, that’s what I thought until I decided to run to Flickr and find a picture of a snail. Then, the psuedopod returned to the molasses spill–I don’t even know if the word “pseudopod” is right because I can’t get into Dictionary.com.
Go back, try it again.
Same results. Still can’t get to some of my sites.
Headline News flashes about SOPA and some internet sites’ blackout protest.
Okay, maybe that’s the problem with some of the sites, who knows?
Try it again. I can get to my blog, so no more complaining.
After all this, my post is roughly four hours late. Mom has already gotten up, had breakfast, and landed for her morning nap, and I can’t get the snail out of the molasses. The snail I can’t find a picture for because both of my photo sites are shut down.
Dear Lord, thank you for slugs, syrup spills, strikes, and slow internet service. At least I had something to write about.