Ok, I confess, this is a post I wrote for Halloween last year during the first month of my SweetSpot days. But I am thinking all ten of the followers I had at the time won’t mind the re-blog…hopefully!
Happy Halloween
Monday seemed like a normal day. Little did I know something was lurking, lying in wait for me. It started out like any other day; kids off to school, coffee hot, dog fed (thus, her own personal nightmare assuaged). I turned on my computer, ready to work, blog, socialize, check Facebook. And that is when the horror began as I was greeted by the words – NO INTERNET ACCESS. I took a deep breath, no need to panic, it’s probably nothing, I thought. After all, my dog appeared unconcerned and you know how animals can “sense” things.
Very calmly, I began to work my magic…or rather, I began to work tech-guy-on-speed-dial’s magic. But still, ACCESS DENIED. Then tech-guy-on-speed-dial offhandedly suggested, “what about your home phone line?” (You see, us here folks out on Doddridge, a.k.a. the boonies, rely on phone lines for our DSL mojo). I ran for my cordless phone like a chick trying to outrun a chainsaw and as in any good bad horror flick, the line was dead.
However, unlike next-to-die-screaming-teen, I still had cell phone service.
So, to the phone company I went for rescue. Harassed-phone-company-lady informed me that “they” (guys-with-huge-hacking-scissors?) had cut the lines and “no”, the DSL line would not be reconnected anytime soon because first the phone line must be repaired in order to restore 911. But I stammered that this was a 911 – No internet, no access to the World Wide Web, NO FACEBOOK!!
Harassed-phone-company-lady, unmoved by my hysteria, hung up, leaving me once again to face the horror alone. So there I was, waiting, staring, pacing, looking out for strange-guy-in-hockey-mask; when suddenly, out of nowhere, a thought struck me. Something my Dad used to always tell me;
“Don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers.”
I grabbed my car keys, I grabbed my dog, (because clearly, judging by her worried look, the canine sixth sense had kicked in), and we started driving – away from the dreadfulness and in search of flowers.
We didn’t find any flowers, because, well, it’s October, but we did find a pretty spectacular fall tree to hang out under.
We didn’t worry about work, we didn’t long to socialize, we didn’t angst over missed Facebook posts,
And nobody denied us access.
Looking for the Sweet Spot 