Today is one of those days your mother warned you about -when everything decides to crash at roughly the same time.
This a.m, I was listening to Good Morning America drone away while I attempted to contact a roofer about the leak in my ceiling. Suddenly I lost my Direct TV signal. I rushed back to bedroom and the television there was okay. I got out my manual and followed all the steps suggested.
I called the number for troubleshooting and a nice lady had me try a few more things. Nothing worked. She said I would need to replace my receiver and they would mail me a new one which I will have to hook up on my own! (That’s probably never going to happen.)
Plus, my living room will be televisionless for at least five days, and I was so looking forward to watching the Saints game which I taped last night while I was at the State-Auburn game. (Okay, my dawgs lost by a measly three points, but I’m still optimistic.)
I’m not sure I can survive without my daily dose of news, weather, cooking shows and reruns of Cheers! I guess I’ll find out.
In the meantime Brenda walked over to ask if I could take a look at her computer which has suddenly decided to deprive her of e-mail services. She was really desperate to ask ME of all people to try to fix anything. We tinkered around for a while, and her computer basically told us to buzz off.
We had to do what we always end up doing – calling my son Braddock.
All these malfunctions are stacked on top of a garbage disposal which died last month, and a hot water heater which has developed a slow leak and must be replaced forthwith.
I’m thinking seriously of locking up the house, joining the Peace Corp and going to some third-world country where televisions, computers, and hot waters heaters are no where to be found.
___10 hours later____
I haven’t been plugged in to the world for almost half a day. The silence is killing me. Of course, I could watch tv in the bedroom but that seems so desperate, not to mention something a really old person would do. Instead I took the dogs out for a run, did some much needed yard work, then sat down and read a big chunk of my bookclub’s selection this month. It’s an icky Victorian classic called “The Woman in White” – first published in 1860. I hated it when I first began reading it a month ago, but without distractions, I’m getting hooked! (It’s 760 pages, but I’m up to 417 and Bookclub isn’t until Monday.
Maybe God is nudging me to make some changes in my lifestyle, and let the idiot box take a rest.