Let the dance begin
An odd visit this morning. The telephone line crew, checking to see if we really had a problem (we didn’t). We saw them drive up and down the adjoining lanes, which means that their own dispatch desk doesn’t always do a good job of relaying messages.
Not long after that, another truck, scouting the west edge of the lot. I had to go off for some groceries, but my access to the highway was delayed by an equipment float. A bulldozer, coming to call. There were other rigs coming this way, as I left the area. And, by the time I returned, the dance had begun.
It’s for real, this time. The landscape won’t be the same when they’re done with the hauling and dumping and pushing and piling. Even the driveway should be version 2.0 within a few days. That’s good. I’ll put up with the rumble and the detours around the doorway, in return for a little growing greenery.
After a hint from a friend, I’ve decided to spend a few minutes each day, running a “speed test”. No sense calling the Mothership, without some empirical evidence that our data feed isn’t much faster than my old 14.4 modem. Apparently, simply posting some numbers on Twitter, with the corporate name attached, will stir someone into action. Coupled with those new ads from our desperate government, I might get “better instead of worse”. Not talking about my behaviour, obviously.
And soon, very soon, I’ll have the pleasure of letting my too expensive cellphone package lapse. So many broken promises.
