I will get over it.... eventually.
But because I am not yet over the general electrical outages and my lack of telephone (read: internet) last week....
I also discovered a box of old letters last week (while re-arranging the study). My husband and I used to write to each other back in the day. Sweet, yes? Either which way - in one of his letters I found a rhyme that he wrote while waiting for his phone to be repaired:
Fiend of Hell
The Telkom man has teeth like saws
eyes filled with Satan's fury
in the question of my communication
he's executioner, judge and jury.
He pulls the wings off turtle doves
sticks needles into puppies-
his only friends are sociopaths
and cellphone packing yuppies
I want to kill the Telkom man-
wear his testes on a chain
but if I kill the Telkom man
my phone will never ring again.
I suppose thats why people are anti-monopoly. The legacies of the apartheid government really just keep smacking you in the face.
Good news: I discovered Fiona Apple last night. I really like Fiona Apple.