Let's have an experiment.
My internet is down so I am going to try posting here via my phone. Today - yesterday really, insomnia confuses these things - was another magnets in my pockets day.
Construction For Christ dug up the end of my driveway, where it connects to the road, and put down a massive concrete pipe, close to two feet thick, to connect the drainage ditches. Somehow in doing so they knocked the fios out; phone, tv, internet, all down. Argh. There's no concrete, just packed earth; i hope they repave it. And let me know so i can scratch a message into the stuff while it's wet. Ideas anyone?
They also took the mailbox down and relocated it. This meant that the mailman had to come by later to special-deliver my things. I'd asked one of the workers to make sure the mail got to me (he was very nice about that and, uh, blushing) but it seems the USPS does not allow mail to be delivered by guys with shovels and chainsaws. The more you know.
Before they dug everything out they needed to attack the tangle of oak and crepemyrtle that grows along the front of the yard. This involved putting a man in an excavator bucket which lifted him up to attack the greenery with his chainsaw. That was tense, but amusing. One of the palmettos was shredded, if not completely destroyed, but the giant century plant stayed intact. I thanked Bashful Construction Guy for leaving it be. Magnificent specimen, almost 8 feet wide.
I ventured out to check the damage once all was done, with Riley accompanying on leash, and as she tends to do, she made a friend. The girl was, I'm bad at ages, but shorter than me so my guess is eleven or twelve. Riley yearned at her the way Boxers do, and her little wiggle-butt tail attracted the kid over. Then, bafflingly, she stayed, orbiting me as I poked around the earthworks, asking about Riley and telling me about her cat. Kids like me. I have no idea why.
During all of this (what's that hole? And i'd kick off my flipflop to dig with my toes) the mailman swung by to bring me my bills and explain that he couldn't deliver things earlier as the box was down. But it's up now and much closer to the driveway: another thing to constantly worry about when i back out of there. Ach.
When i called the phone company to find out what was with the outage i got a hilarious support guy; he was in Utah (and I said, "hello, utah!") and asked about the weather here. People do that. During the many waits for the system to run checks he asked what it's like here; I told stories about the iguanas that fall out of trees in winter, the alligator that got into a school, the time a workman found a giant tree frog in a converter box here, and the overwhelming stupidity of 'dillos. I did not mentioning calling the police out on one, however.
The base is bugling, meaning it's six now - the machinery will be going again in an hour or so, once there's light. Someone will be by to inspect the phone lines between eight and ten, assuming they can get in.
And I - I have Nausicaa playing, courtesy of netflix, and Riley curled up next to me (told the kid, earlier: "she's such a big baby, she sleeps in my bed") and it's interesting, tapping all this out on a phone that is a bit more limited in brainpower, but can do more useful things than the first computer I owned back in 1998.
Boom-de-yada. Good morning dillos and dozers and fiber optics and Ohmus and little lizards and big nub-wagging dog and pots of aloe I need to bring down to Occupy. The future's pretty cool.
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Construction For Christ dug up the end of my driveway, where it connects to the road, and put down a massive concrete pipe, close to two feet thick, to connect the drainage ditches. Somehow in doing so they knocked the fios out; phone, tv, internet, all down. Argh. There's no concrete, just packed earth; i hope they repave it. And let me know so i can scratch a message into the stuff while it's wet. Ideas anyone?
They also took the mailbox down and relocated it. This meant that the mailman had to come by later to special-deliver my things. I'd asked one of the workers to make sure the mail got to me (he was very nice about that and, uh, blushing) but it seems the USPS does not allow mail to be delivered by guys with shovels and chainsaws. The more you know.
Before they dug everything out they needed to attack the tangle of oak and crepemyrtle that grows along the front of the yard. This involved putting a man in an excavator bucket which lifted him up to attack the greenery with his chainsaw. That was tense, but amusing. One of the palmettos was shredded, if not completely destroyed, but the giant century plant stayed intact. I thanked Bashful Construction Guy for leaving it be. Magnificent specimen, almost 8 feet wide.
I ventured out to check the damage once all was done, with Riley accompanying on leash, and as she tends to do, she made a friend. The girl was, I'm bad at ages, but shorter than me so my guess is eleven or twelve. Riley yearned at her the way Boxers do, and her little wiggle-butt tail attracted the kid over. Then, bafflingly, she stayed, orbiting me as I poked around the earthworks, asking about Riley and telling me about her cat. Kids like me. I have no idea why.
During all of this (what's that hole? And i'd kick off my flipflop to dig with my toes) the mailman swung by to bring me my bills and explain that he couldn't deliver things earlier as the box was down. But it's up now and much closer to the driveway: another thing to constantly worry about when i back out of there. Ach.
When i called the phone company to find out what was with the outage i got a hilarious support guy; he was in Utah (and I said, "hello, utah!") and asked about the weather here. People do that. During the many waits for the system to run checks he asked what it's like here; I told stories about the iguanas that fall out of trees in winter, the alligator that got into a school, the time a workman found a giant tree frog in a converter box here, and the overwhelming stupidity of 'dillos. I did not mentioning calling the police out on one, however.
The base is bugling, meaning it's six now - the machinery will be going again in an hour or so, once there's light. Someone will be by to inspect the phone lines between eight and ten, assuming they can get in.
And I - I have Nausicaa playing, courtesy of netflix, and Riley curled up next to me (told the kid, earlier: "she's such a big baby, she sleeps in my bed") and it's interesting, tapping all this out on a phone that is a bit more limited in brainpower, but can do more useful things than the first computer I owned back in 1998.
Boom-de-yada. Good morning dillos and dozers and fiber optics and Ohmus and little lizards and big nub-wagging dog and pots of aloe I need to bring down to Occupy. The future's pretty cool.
Posted via m.livejournal.com.