Tuesday night, I was hap hap happily tap tap tapping away on New Delly when I heard Farmer H stumping around above me. He'd been to an auction. Right then, my phone buzzed with a text.
"I'm home now."
"I know. I heard you stumping."
further heard him La-Z-Boy. That's when he cranks it back, making a
specific noise. A cranking. Closing it up is more like a slam. I sent
him another text.
"Trash goes out tomorrow." Farmer H has been pulling it to then end of the driveway with his Gator.
"Okay. I'll do it now."
didn't mean he HAD to do it right then. The new trash service doesn't
get to the Mansion until around 11:00. So Farmer H, the early riser, had
plenty of time. I guess he was afraid he'd forget. Or maybe he likes
driving the Gator in the dark. Anyhoo...I heard him come back in the
house and crank back in the La-Z-Boy again.
typing up a stockpile of blogs to post during CasinoPalooza 3. Blogger
was playing up, giving me that little pink bar at the top, saying
something went wrong trying to save or publish. It does that sometimes. I
ignore it, and it goes away. Or I click on that DISMISS button. But
this time, it KEPT giving me the pink bar.
me, I'd just finished one. Or so I thought. To be sure, I copied and
pasted it into a Word file. Then I closed out Blogger, and did a
restart. New Delly said he was installing my updates. Huh. I didn't
order any updates. They're supposed to happen at 2:00 a.m., and it was
right at 11:00 p.m. I could see this was going nowhere. I checked the
System Restore thingy, and saw that the last updates had been on
December 9. This was the 11th. So that couldn't be the culprit. I did
not do a System Restore.
What I did was get up and
leave New Delly, retiring to my OPC (Old People Chair). Tuesday is a
good TV night for me, and I had several hours of shows to catch up on. I
did leave New Delly on, just so I could come back and check to see if I
still had the yellow triangle of noncommunication. I did. At 11:40, and
again at 12:05.
I'd pretty much resigned myself to
unplugging the router thingy and the modem thingy, like Genius has
talked me through from Kansas City. I figured I'd do it in the morning.
Then I figured I didn't want to be traipsing downstairs in the morning,
preferring to limit my step-descending and ascending as much as
possible. So I figured I'd try that when I was done watching Below
I went to my dark lair sometime around 12:30 or
12:40, just to check, on the off chance New Delly had mysteriously
I have no idea
what caused my internet outage, but I'm glad for New Delly's
regenerative powers! Of course I suspect Farmer H had something to do
with my lack of connectivity. The timing was suspect. Right after he came in from towing the
trash. I can't prove anything. Or even imagine a scenario where walking
on the porch would stop my internet. But I HAD hollered up to ask him if
he still had TV (he did) and if the weather was doing something that
would interfere with my internet (it wasn't).
I'm still holding Farmer H responsible. He is guilty in the court of Mrs. HM's opinion.