“Like the farmer said when the cow died, ‘That’s funny.  She never did that before.’”

I woke up this morning without the Internet.  We had a storm last night and it was already out then but I was too lazy engaged to go downstairs and do the turn off/turn on fix.  In the morning it was still out and the turn off/turn on did not work.  I knew that my husband would soon discover this glitch in our lives and presently I’d hear the pitter patter of his little feet on the stairs.

While I waited I realized that without the Internet I would not know if anybody “liked” me.  I would also not have any idea about the weather without looking out the window or stepping out onto the porch.  I now have more respect for my parent’s generation.

A few minutes later I discovered that my printer, as well as my iPhone were in collusion with the Internet and also refused to serve me.  But the worst was yet to come.  It seems my husband’s devices were in perfect working order.

It was time to bring out the big guns, such as plug and unplug, reboot, and pray.  Nothing worked.  It was evident that I’d have to go to the Apple store.  Spoiler.  At the Apple store all my devices worked perfectly.  I had to go home where our modem was located and talk to a technician on the phone.  I made an appointment for a 4:00 call.

Hats off to Apple technicians.  The lady who called, on time, was kind and patient.  She never once rolled her eyes at my ineptitude.  You can hear when they do that even over the phone.  In less than a half hour everything was working.

This afternoon we had a power outage that lasted two hours and, once again, made my technology unavailable.  I planted flowers that I was going to let languish for a few more days.  The flowers are happy.  My husband picked pine cones from the lawn.  The lawn looks lovely.


Soon the flowers will mature and fill in the space. They’ll be a perfect backdrop for the fern.  Perhaps I need a few more technical glitches in my life.  Perhaps a few of them self imposed.

Loveya – The Grandma

A Musing Grandma Pat Cooks

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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