It was not planned...on Sunday the twenty-first, about 2 p.m., the lights suddenly went out. I didn't hear the bang or see the flash, but some wires had been broken about a city block away. I saw the electric company trucks roll up, and saw that where they spent time replacing wire was downhill from my home, between 4 and 5 p.m., when the lights came back on.
The Internet did not come back.
I did not make the time to walk three miles to the store that still has a phone and was open this week. I waited for Serena's cheerful deliveryman to arrive on Tuesday evening. (Quite late Tuesday evening; he works late, though not as late as I do.) He cheerfully shared his phone and sat with me through three recorded messages about the office being open during normal business hours but the technical support line being open all the time. Finally a technical support person took the message that a wire seemed to have broken downhill from my home.
On Wednesday morning a young man drove up to see for himself that yes, in fact, a wire had broken downhill from my home, though he wasn't qualified to do anything about it. The company has not worked in this inefficient way before and I hope they're not planning to do it again. I don't think my sponsors should have to pay for the time of someone who can't do more for the company, or for me, than I've already done. Grump grump grump.
However, around 9 a.m. the crew who could actually replace wire drove up, and about 10 a.m. the Internet connection came back.
The December Thaw came early so I was safe and warm during all this time of disconnection. Turkey, oranges, and a few presents lent a little festivity to a week I spent mostly catching up on offline chores.
Now off to the Substack...
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