The Anecdotal Life Part. 67

On Friday I went to Goose Harbor to see if a boating lesson was on. It wasn't. They were readying for a cruise to the Inner Harbor in Baltimore. I really couldn't attempt it since all my money had gone and goes for lessons with captains and for repairs to boat or house and I am simply not skilled enough yet. The worst of needed repairs may be for completed now for the boat ( Dear Lord, hear this boater's prayer) and some of the most desperate repairs still need to be done for the house. Case in point, my computer, which was finally driving me crazy. Therefore, I raced back home to begin the process of installing Earthlink's DSL for $21.95 a month. I knew in my heart what I was in for. I'd already failed in the attempt to try Verizon, which thankfully wasn't my fault. I had once installed a Microsoft Webtv and that took five days and a lot of beer at the end of each day. I even wrote Bill Gates (who refused to answer) that a Chinese philosopher invented that contraption, but it did well for several years til the worker across the road, driving a backhoe, took out the little electric tower in front of my house. My insurance refused to cover it. That company was soon dismissed. So fool that I am , there I was trying for another complicated installation. For two long days, after receiving a big box of stuff and having to run to Office Depot for another box of stuff to make the first box of stuff work , and after talking to every tech in Earthlink ( all of whom had a great Indian accent since, of course, that is who does all our work for us of any complexity) and after hauling all the computer equipment into the middle of my bed because the DSL cord was too short and the tech swore nothing could be substituted, I finally reached my last Indian- improbably named was Walsh (for some reason he wouldn't let me call him sir) and he got me there. Amazingly, the d--- thing worked. I had no idea how I would sleep with the computer in the middle of my bed along with two cats, but I didn't care anymore. My printer was on the other side of the room , my back was out of alignment, I had burnt all my left brain synapses, which couldn't have been too much, and seemingly all that because I wanted to download a funny card my new daughter-in-law sent me. The next day, oh how incredibly lucky for me, the handyman I found for $20.00 an hour came to fix the front door which had suffered from a previous insane handyman's work when I first moved in. This dude fixed it all, computer, wiring, tub, bathroom shelves, door and all for $273.00. The door took 8 hours. No, I refuse to give out his name.
Copyright: September 2, 2007.