ding-dong, the modem's back... or is it?
So the first thing that I did Tuesday, after I picked up my computer at Iron Claw Tech, was to surf the darkened seas of cyberspace -- only to get an error message. When I redialed it went right thru, then I had problems with "the web page cannot be accessed", then I'd get right back on. I assumed it was Onewest, but a call to their support number left them saying they weren't having problems. Which maybe they were, since everything's fine this morning (so far).
Mostly yesterday Trish wanted to walk to work, & check out the PPL, where we always play War. I dragged her to the post office to pick up some stamps, & then we did our thing while everybody else played Aggravation. Things became a little boring once the Insect Slayer left (she's still killing moths with hairspray). Cheri b-b-qued a bunch of hot dogs, about the time it started to sprinkle. I did the dishes after lunch, & skipped out before Cheri could become too hyper-critical.
Before I returned home I bought 10 pairs of socks at Sally Ann's, then sat down to jam on the bat-writer. I wrote a short note to Kim, like Pam asked me to; Trish will write hers soon. I am so hurt by what happened.
Then I wrote a letter to Hope, telling her that I think that I may be experiencing the beginning of another depression. I know that she'll understand; her own mood went bouncy-bouncy plenty of times. I feel sorry for the girl: she can't sleep.
So I got off the computer after I printed up the letter & waited for Trish. Fred picked her up at work -- we had to wait until 3:00 -- then Trish had to eat the veggies she brouht home from the salad bar, even some for me. Fred started to become nervous, so I turned off the stereo & played Blue Sunday a couple times.
He took us up to see Dr. Huffman for Trish's appointment. While we were in seeing the doctor Fred ran over to the hospital to visit a friend. Huffman now thinks Trish might have sleep apnea, & wants her to spend the night at the hospital. While I was there I made an appointment to see Dr. Nolan about my prostate. I'm 51 now, so I suppose it's time to have it checked.
When we got home Trish played Penguins while I cooked some pork that I'd marinated in Louisiana Supreme marinade. & some mashed potatoes. After supper Jeffer Auss came over, which was when I called Onewest. I asked him to take a look at my rear speakers: I think the tweeter's in series & not parallel. We went to bed at the usual time, & I woke up at 5:30, like usual. Since then I've done my usual morning stuff, & look forward to Ted's TC. I'm pretty sure that I want to start writing again, & the painting's going nowhere. At least Hope springs eternal & if Bi-Mart has any electric blankets left we're buying one for winter.
Mostly yesterday Trish wanted to walk to work, & check out the PPL, where we always play War. I dragged her to the post office to pick up some stamps, & then we did our thing while everybody else played Aggravation. Things became a little boring once the Insect Slayer left (she's still killing moths with hairspray). Cheri b-b-qued a bunch of hot dogs, about the time it started to sprinkle. I did the dishes after lunch, & skipped out before Cheri could become too hyper-critical.
Before I returned home I bought 10 pairs of socks at Sally Ann's, then sat down to jam on the bat-writer. I wrote a short note to Kim, like Pam asked me to; Trish will write hers soon. I am so hurt by what happened.
Then I wrote a letter to Hope, telling her that I think that I may be experiencing the beginning of another depression. I know that she'll understand; her own mood went bouncy-bouncy plenty of times. I feel sorry for the girl: she can't sleep.
So I got off the computer after I printed up the letter & waited for Trish. Fred picked her up at work -- we had to wait until 3:00 -- then Trish had to eat the veggies she brouht home from the salad bar, even some for me. Fred started to become nervous, so I turned off the stereo & played Blue Sunday a couple times.
He took us up to see Dr. Huffman for Trish's appointment. While we were in seeing the doctor Fred ran over to the hospital to visit a friend. Huffman now thinks Trish might have sleep apnea, & wants her to spend the night at the hospital. While I was there I made an appointment to see Dr. Nolan about my prostate. I'm 51 now, so I suppose it's time to have it checked.
When we got home Trish played Penguins while I cooked some pork that I'd marinated in Louisiana Supreme marinade. & some mashed potatoes. After supper Jeffer Auss came over, which was when I called Onewest. I asked him to take a look at my rear speakers: I think the tweeter's in series & not parallel. We went to bed at the usual time, & I woke up at 5:30, like usual. Since then I've done my usual morning stuff, & look forward to Ted's TC. I'm pretty sure that I want to start writing again, & the painting's going nowhere. At least Hope springs eternal & if Bi-Mart has any electric blankets left we're buying one for winter.
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