Techy-heads get neighbourly

Our phone is now fixed and people can call us. well, we could sorta kind accept calls, as long as the dialer kept trying and we managed to answer during the first ring. And if the static wasn’t too bad.

I got up late thsi mornign for my morning walk, and the guy was pounding on my door. “Sorry to startle you!” he said. Could been my bedhead as well as the “Eeep!” when I opened the door because he was right there.

By the time I was just getting into it I was passing the post office and a neighbour hailed me. She was off work this week and would I like some company? Um, sure. We walked a bit farther, a bit faster, and a bit better.

And my confounded internet was out almost all morning. We wiped off the dish, rebooted the thing, unplugged it, and still nothing. Finally I said to Ron I was going over to the neighrbours, who recently got the same satellite internet, and asking them if they could get online.

Lo and behold, not only were they onlien right then, their connection was awesome even on their laptop. And they’re on a lower plan.

So after much conversation both at their house and eventually ours, Ron called the number and sat on hold and eventually they said, yeah, maybe our dish really is out of alignment. Of course the connection had come back by then.

Ron had to go, as he had to take the car in for an oil change and some things, but he’ll wrangle some details later. Whew. Load off my mind as I’m just finally starting to see the middle-to-end of my pile of work. 95% of which I do online.

Meanwhile, I updated my flickr stream (see sidebar). I need to tell you about tomorrow’s parade here in our little community and the face painting I’m doing afterwards, plus the conformity we did in lining up flags in the yard. And a deer just crossed the street and I got pics.

Emma is getting as smart as her sisters too. When I said I already put a butt-load of butter on her potatoes, she asked me, “How big a butt-load? Your butt or mine? Because yours is bigger.”