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!
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.