Search, compile, forward to interested party
Once the family history disease (which is not the same as a history of family disease) has taken hold, a relapse can occur at any moment. Something as simple as visiting the family leaves your body racked with spasms, in need of more and more detail. Talking to someone about the relative behaviours of dogs in the family; same result.
We met a distant cousin of the family driver (not the Driver family) last weekend, and I immediately plunged into the need to complete their family tree. Stop thinking those kind of thoughts! This was more along the line of “wait until I find out where your grandfather lived” and then the game is on. Even on vacation, I carry too much data, and completing six generations “full ring” took only one evening and a serious risk of West Nile virus (mosquitos are a vector, or so I’ve been informed). Anyhow, sitting in a campground cook shelter, matching marriage records; it is a symptom, nothing more.
This afternoon I was able to email a completed document to the cousin, from a free wireless site that prohibited FTP but left the P2P ports wide open for business. That’s just an aside. I placed the document on a public webserver and emailed the URL, thus keeping my bandwidth use to a respectable minimum.
It’s quiet up here when you don’t have anything to do. We tried visiting people, but they also go out on the road. We tried eating in a restaurant, but then you have to pay and leave your table. We’re now back in the conditioned air of a local historical centre that has wifi. Life without constant high speed Internet is possible. Painful, but possible.
