I’m involved in a meeting today. Anytime I have an activity outside the home, even for just a couple of hours, it seems I just don’t get much else done.
I made a quick trip to stores this morning, leaving dogs in the house. I hadn’t been away from the neighborhood since Friday, and it felt good to be getting out. As I backed the car out of the garage, I remembered I didn’t have my phone. “What if you need help?” said the inner voice. “I’ll just have someone else call Harriet, Ken, Clint, etc.” I answered. Then I realized that I don’t know anyone’s phone number, except Mike’s. All those numbers are in my phone. So, I stopped the car and retrieved it from the house. Of course, I didn't need it. Now if only I remember to take it out of my purse.
“You could live a little,” I said to myself in the grocery store. So I bought blueberries ($7.99 for 18 ounces), vanilla ice cream, a variety of yogurt treats, and a small Diet Coke for after the meeting. Yes, I know it isn’t good for me, and I gave it up “cold turkey” a year ago, but believe me, since I don ‘t drink “spirits,” I will need that Diet Coke after the meeting.
Back at home after the meeting, I walked the dogs and then sat back with my Diet Coke on the rocks. As I sipped along, I contemplated the fact that I had no internet connection. Dealing with these things is Mike’s job, but after several hours I realized that the problem was not going to go away on its own. Who could I call, I wondered, so that I wouldn’t have to call my internet provider? I considered doing without the internet. Why, I remember when we didn’t even have an internet and life proceeded normally. But, I believe you have to be a problem solver as long as you can or they'll come move you to the home. So I called CableOne and the tech walked me through resetting the modem. (I had reset the router but not the modem.) Then he told me that we really need to upgrade that outdated modem. Hmmm. Maybe that’s our anniversary present.
Mike didn’t call until nearly 10:00 and gave me a complete rundown on the day’s geocaches. He had “no finds,” but in the end he had managed to find a cache in whatever county that was. The motel wasn’t great, he said, but they did have a computer, and he had caught up on his logs. I told him about the modem. KW