April 29, 2007 08:51 PM
So the Time-Warner man came this morning. And what did he find? That the Time-Warner man who had been here on Tuesday to hook up the digital cable had put some router thing on backwards. I knew it! Time-Warner had repeatedly told us that the loss of internet service on Tuesday could not possibly be connected to installation of digital cable that same day. Even I, a technological idiot, knew not to believe them. Res ipsa loquitur!
So I'm back to blogging as usual here at NBS. Not that I'm ever on some sort of regular schedule (well, not blogging-wise, anyway), but at least I'm here to satisfy the vastly underserved market of pop-culture obsessed right wing conservatives.
But what was I up to in the meantime? Frankly, having no internet access was a little like a vacation, at least it was this weekend. The work week was still hell--I was up until 2:00 am Friday drafting a dispositive motion (attorneys always say "drafting" instead of "writing," by the way, because you can charge more for "drafting"). I spent Saturday at the vet (more fluid build-up on Henry), and then the rest of the day with family at Spring Grove and my sister's house in Wyoming, saying goodbye to a Great Aunt. A somber occasion, but it was great to see everyone. And I've learned from googling Spring Grove to get the above link that the cemetery has just been designated a national historic landmark (along with the Village of Mariemont, and the House of Seven Gables District in Salem, Mass (the house itself was the home of my burn 'em at the stake witch-killin' ancestors).
Sunday, thus far, was a work (i.e. fun) day. Went to Lowe's for blacktop repair supplies, then to Benkens for annuals to spice up the yard. After Benkens, we spent the afternoon planting verbena, geraniums and a rose bush. I also cut the grass, round-up-ed, threw down some grass seed on the bare spots, mounted a new bracket for the American flag, and prepped the porches for another coat of paint. All in all, a great day.
Though it would have been more fun to burn a few witches.