It seems that phone company claims to have never received our request for repair service which was placed on Monday, and so it was all news to them when I called yesterday to find out the status of our repair order. To make matters worse, the earliest they can send anyone out to our house to fix the phone/internet connection is Tuesday.
"But I won't be able to post to my blog! You'll be disappointing about a dozen people! They will be forced to find something else to read on the internet!" I cried.
No, I didn't really say that.
Truthfully, I was much more irate that they fully expect us to pay for about four days that we had no service at all, since they claim that we did not notify them. Which we did. But I digress.
Well, that's fine, because there is plenty to do around here without the constant stream of distraction/entertainment that the internet provides. One evening, when I normally would have been making witty banter on Facebook, I spent two hours weeding the garden. The weedy garden that I just cannot keep up with this year due to all the rain. Another evening I made a special dessert. And I have squeezed in more reading time than would be usual for this busy time of year. Yes, having no internet has definitely given me more time to work on the things that need to get done, and tend to get done later rather than sooner.
And yet, there is an irksome feeling that comes with not being able to check e-mail or tell if someone is calling you on the phone. It is a feeling of disconnect, and it is probably the same feeling that many television owners would have if they suddenly had to cancel their TV service and haul their noise box out the window. So now I am getting a new perspective on why people look at me crazy with disbelief when I tell them we do not own a television. It is because they can't fathom the feeling of being disconnected. Okay, I get it now.
So, if what I have experienced so far in this holds true, I should greet you folks early next week with a clean house, immaculate garden, freshly folded and pressed laundry, and half a dozen other things that will be checked off my to-do list. Who knows what forgotten projects or unscheduled kitchen experiments will take off as a result of my unintended weekend sabbatical from the internet? Hmmm...we'll see.
And to think that less than ten years ago, I did not even have an e-mail address let alone a computer. It all reminds me of how I was amazed last week when my sixty-year old cousin purchased and competently started using her new handheld phone/texting/internet/all-things-to-everyone device which I would need nothing short of a six week class to learn to operate. My cousin, who does not even have an electric can opener and still uses old green canning jars, has usurped me in the technology sector of cell phones. Progress always comes, if only slowly for some.
See you next week!