Today was an awesome day. While it would have been better to share a “no agenda” day with my husband and son, they are out of town, and that is consequently WHY it was a “no agenda” day.
So after tweeting a commitment to “relaxing and unplug” with some friends this afternoon, I came home to my Internet still down, going on 24 hours. I should be happy. I mean what better way to unplug than to be unable to get online. Right? Wrong!
I must say I’m none too happy about the situation. Either situation. Time Warner demands more attention than any Internet provider has a right to, replacing routers, telephone tech support and awaiting the “Cable Man.” I called last night because it was down and was told emphatically that it was a local outage. When I asked when it would be fixed I was told “I don’t know, but try it in an hour.” Yeah, right.
I really don’t want to relive the saga that has been my fight with Time Warner (nor the rejection of AT&T, which was also a #fail in terms of local internet service). In truth, it is the dependence on that “virtual” connection that has me off kilter. There was a time when I didn’t need to be connected to the entirety of the known universe. I can still recall the days of Prodigy when just about all I could do was order groceries to be delivered (a godsend when I was under the weather and preparing a holiday dinner for 12), and secure airline tickets via Easy Saber. Now it is a 24/7 “right” to have the world at my fingertips. But of course, it is not.
The fit of frustration passing, I am grateful for the ability to reflect positively on the forced “unplugging.” I am off: a book (as in a PAPER one with a binding and everything); a glass of wine; a near-perfect evening on my patio… I’ll post this whenever.