& thru the wire
When I got up yesterday -- late (6:00), in spite of only 2 Restorel -- I booted up to check my email. No dial tone. I worked on 2 chapters of Mindstorm, including one of the new ones, "How to Get Girls thru Hypnotism", then Trish woke up as I was finishing up "Girls".
She wanted to watch Grease, while I called Spectrum. They suggested checking out the phone line -- no dial tone with the telephone, either. I thought we were going to have to pay another expensive repair bill.
We ate pizza (& soup) at the soup kitchen, then ran over to Albertson's for some toilet paper & cleaning supplies -- which Trish payed for with some of the money Karen had given us. We went for a cruise around the block, as Trish is mortified of driving following her fender bender, so it was good just to get her back into the car.
Fred came over after that, & we experimented with Imagine. Then Kimothy kame, the leery removed with Trish's sacrament. Fred called back to say he had a piece of wire; let's check that. It turned out that the problem wasn't the phone jack, so we merely bought a new cable for $2.79. I fixed chicken-fried steak for supper.
We watched TV for awhile, then went bouncy-bouncy -- until the phone rang. It was John, telling us that the death certificate finally had arrived. We still don't know what's been going on with Biggie, but his paranoid anger, taken together with the bitchiness of the skinny dog, makes me shy away from contacting him.
She wanted to watch Grease, while I called Spectrum. They suggested checking out the phone line -- no dial tone with the telephone, either. I thought we were going to have to pay another expensive repair bill.
We ate pizza (& soup) at the soup kitchen, then ran over to Albertson's for some toilet paper & cleaning supplies -- which Trish payed for with some of the money Karen had given us. We went for a cruise around the block, as Trish is mortified of driving following her fender bender, so it was good just to get her back into the car.
Fred came over after that, & we experimented with Imagine. Then Kimothy kame, the leery removed with Trish's sacrament. Fred called back to say he had a piece of wire; let's check that. It turned out that the problem wasn't the phone jack, so we merely bought a new cable for $2.79. I fixed chicken-fried steak for supper.
We watched TV for awhile, then went bouncy-bouncy -- until the phone rang. It was John, telling us that the death certificate finally had arrived. We still don't know what's been going on with Biggie, but his paranoid anger, taken together with the bitchiness of the skinny dog, makes me shy away from contacting him.
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