His answer was that I need a grounded something or other outside. The cable guy gave me his cell phone number and said to always ask for him and he'd manage to get out here. Maybe not right away. But when he could.
But he also said if I didn't get that grounded something or other, he wasn't working on it.
I don't know piddly about a grounded something or other. He tried to explain it to me. It went right over my head.
He assures me this is why I only have intermittent service. And, by the way, it has been intermittent all afternoon. I don't know about the TV, because I don't turn it on during the day. But the phone went out during a conversation.
I'm sure the business I was calling thought I was just rude and hung up. Then the internet went out again. But in a few minutes came back on. So I'm writing as fast as my fingers will go before it happens again.
If I hear that one more time, I am going to have to resort to breaking something. It won't be anything inside. Maybe I will go outside and find sticks and break a bunch until I have gotten the anger out of my system.
Maybe the dogs will think it's a game and grab them up. Like they do plastic pots after I've planted the plant and set it aside, and they scoop them up like a valued treasure and run around the yard with them. Heads held high with their token prize as they circle the shed and run back around the fence garden.
Worse than that is when I get a recording and I think it's a person and I'm talking away until I realize I'm explaining my problem to a recording and then feel really foolish.
Who do they hire to make these recordings? I bet they have a union. I bet they band together and don't tell anyone where they live or where they work for fear of mayhem and retribution.
I know if I found the source that repeatedly tells me to go to their website, when of course I have no internet, to resolve my problem, I would have to drive past her home to see if she actually looked normal. To see if perhaps she is a Stepford wife. (They looked SO real, didn't they? Like automated Barbie dolls.)
There's the fact that the few gutters I have are falling down, and the windowsills have begun to rot out. Which should I tackle first, I ask myself as I keep one leery eye on the blinking modem that sends my computer a signal that somehow makes it work. At least some of the time.
I keep telling myself I should try to save up and get an actual fuse box instead of these 1934 glass thingies that are in there. If one goes out, I have no earthly idea what to do. I'm accustomed to flipping switches to put things back in order. I know the day will come when I'm faced with that mysterious obstacle.
I have concrete walls that seem to weather (knock on wood) every storm. My utility bills are pretty cheap. I have original hardwood floors and pretty molding.
We had winds of up to 80 mph just a month ago, and the little blue house stood strong and sturdy. Nary a thing came loose or got broken.
If you drive anywhere in Tulsa, you will see massive piles of tree branches at most of the curbs. Waiting till trucks can come by and take them away.
Many trees were upended by their very roots and planted in crazy places like the middle of a strip mall.
There were people who never had a tree in their backyard, who now do have a tree in their back yard. And they have no idea where it came from. Tis a mystery.
So the little blue house is 79 years old, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Because as I live and breathe, it's 1010 square feet is still standing. When houses much newer have ended up demolished because of problems no one wanted to fork out the money to fix.
Don't you feel sorry for those houses that are boarded up? I do. I feel like they have been determined ugly and a blight on society, and therefore aren't deemed worthy of revitalizing. Maybe the spirit of the house just up and dies then. Do you think houses harbor the spirits of those who have resided in them at one time or another?
What a waste. There are so many homeless people on the streets. And neglected homes sitting and rotting away. Abandoned by its occupants and left to the elements. Doesn't seem quite right, does it? Doesn't seem quite logical.
I for one am just thankful to have a roof over my head. If the old dame has some problems, they don't take away from her solid and enduring beauty. She is but a blue box with a roof. But to me, she is beautiful. And that's all that counts. Intermittent internet, phone and TV or not. She is home.