A state of disconnectivity
Getting to be part of the routine, this pest run in the morning. Set the trap, go to sleep, get up and transport. I’d like to believe that we’ll run out of candidates soon, but as we head toward a score, I’m unsure.
That wasn’t the best part of the day, though. Sometime in the afternoon, the phone service went MIA, taking the Internet access along for company. By the time I realized this, close to suppertime, I decided that calling in a repair ticket made sense… if I only had a phone, or the Internet. There was, happily, a cellphone within reach. Although the technical number was also MIA (not in the phone book or on a billing statement), I did manage to Google an answer, and put my call through.
The phone company really doesn’t care about such things. I am now scheduled for a repair visit, sometime tomorrow. If something “happens” that requires contacting anyone with flashing lights and sirens, I’ll have to yell loudly, and hope that a neighbour questions the brouhaha.
We went for ride before dark, out of boredom. Checked out what things look like, under a cloudy sky. Made it all the way to St. Margaret’s before taking a different road home. Lot of woodland. A fair number of abandoned houses. Some unanswered questions, like “Who lives there?” or “Where does that road go?” Hey, we’ve got the rest of our lives to sort out such things; just have to ask the right people. And in the meantime, maybe the Internet will come back (it hasn’t; I’ll upload on a tether).
