For the first time that it really ever mattered, the Internet wasn’t available today. Assuming it was a glitch that forced me to get down on my hands and knees to dig around in the wires and see if everything was plugged in, reset the router, and whatever that box is with the flashing lights that has something to do with our phones, cable, and internet service, I completely avoided calling the Time Warner for quite a while. Stupid me.
There was no service available in our area. Sheesh. And right after I’d been able to finally find a new wrap for my blog. One that everyone seems to be able to see. Abe was so wrong about not being able to please all the people all the time. So what do you do without Internet?
Organize photos on the external hard drive. There’s about 17oo of them. And play around with albums and iMovies and slide shows. Oh. And ask the RT to share with all of you how tired our Big is from her race at the County Fair last week. She needs a bone, and then she’ll perk right up. Better not be a pork bone, though. Gotta wait until tomorrow for that one since NOTHING is moving right now. That stoopid little wheel is turning and turning, slower than molasses in January.
Oh, well. I just got the “42 minutes until departure time” call from the MoH. No time to do more than say I haven’t fallen off the edge of the earth. I’m still enjoying my summertime cold, and getting ready to go to a Padres game. You do know that:
- Jake Peavy is 9-2 with a 2.09 ERA and is the league leader in strike outs, right? Too bad he’s not pitching tonight.
- Chris Young is 8-3 with a 2.14 ERA and a league leading 0.88 home ERA, but nope, he’s not pitching tonight either.
So why the hell are we going then?
- Because Greg Maddux with a career 340 victories IS. And our ball park is cute. With fish tacos. Served at your seat.
Good thing I get to just sit there and stare at the grass, or the guys on the field in their spiffy uniforms. That’s always a nice distraction. And I hope our seats allow me to stare straight ahead since I can’t turn my eyes without howling silently in pain. Truly.
Does wine taste good when you have a neutron bomb style head cold?