Our old house is empty except for a bed, a little food, a television and -- of course -- my computer fortress holding out until the last minute.
We vacate this house Sunday and move into the new house Tuesday.
And, despite promises that it is coming soon, there is curerently no fucking Internet service available!!
(Please know that I have always been careful to avoid using obscentity in my blog...but this time, I think, it is appropriate).
I'm told that there are some wireless hotspots available.
Great. People who tell me that obviously have no concept of how I use the Internet. I am not happy and several additional swear words would be appropriate here as well but I am restraining myself.
I feel like Amelia Earhart and my plane is going down into some mysterious jungle. I suppose that occasionally I will take Karen's laptop to Barnes and Noble to hunt for wifi but until I can bludgeon some cable providers into recognizing our street as a viable market for their services, I'm trapped in reality. I may actually have to talk to people. Damn.
But I promise, like Douglas McArthur, "I shall return!"
And, begging your pardon again, "Shit!"