The Dog, COMCAST, Housework, Decisions, Decisions

2004 Story Set

Date: August 15, 2004
      The dog, having been thwarted from roaming the neighborhood whilst I was away since I used lumber to blockade the hole in the fence whilst waiting for the contractor, to sooth my backyard neighbor who came to tell me, is back to flinging herself at the back door to get inside.
      Now that there is a sliding patio door in my bedroom, she can become very confused as I move from one room to another. Trotting up and down the patio.
      Thus far, she has not torn up THAT screen. So we are 1 down, three to go for her and one barricaded from the cat assault (where they poked their little hard heads and took the screen off its track to get out). I put a big bin of red geraniums there----.
      I moseyed into the family room this morning, my son having dominated my TV last night until midnight - the 2004 Olympic games opening ceremonies - we were not channel-hopping.
      I had discovered absent-mindedly that the "To be announced" was on the set last night but thought it was the weekly updater running.
      Well, it was still that way this morning. I checked - my bedroom TV was the same.
      Ho hum.
      I was watching Location and an auction show - forget its name - about property in Britain (I'd love to go there) and ignored it for the most part.
      However, my son was interested in the swimming, women's, at 11 so I had to get him up.
      He rolled over, mmmmmpf.
      I checked - his TV works fine.
      I put on the proper channel for swimming and left.
      Mine are still not working.
      So---- I spent about 20 minutes getting thru to a human at COMCAST.
      This then required that I climb behind the big 45" TV (which is in dire need of moving and cleaning) and get the cable box serial number. And run to my bedroom and get it off that one. (Easier) They had suggested just getting the number of the working set - but that is impossible without opening the garage door.
      They pinged.
      My family room cable box did not turn off. Uh oh.
      My bedroom one did.
      I have to manually kill the living room / family room box and wait for 1 hour.
      THEN --- I can turn it on and see if it resets itself. Takes 45 minutes.
      But the family room signal is "low" and I may need a new box. (It reset just barely - and will need replacing soon.)
      I am about to try that little exercise.
      Meanwhile, in a quiet house, I made blueberry muffins (the Atkins Quick Cuisine mix) and added Splenda, cinnamon, nutmeg and 1 cup of big frozen blueberries.
      And an omelet of egg, onions, Portobello mushrooms and roasted garlic cheese.
      I served these to the kid who is up and watching the bathing suits on cute youong things in incredible shape.
      He is well cared for my kid.
      I ate two muffins (serving is one) because this is breakfast and lunch.
      After the opening ceremonies my son wants to go to Italy.
      And a few other countries.
      (So do I. If I were younger.)
      He also has friends in Florida (one of my brothers lives there.).
      Going thru that messy hurricane (what a mess - haven't they passed laws about people living in sub-standard house trailors yet??? Haven't they reinforced buildings and the like? I have been in a 100+ MPH hurricane. Stepped out in the eye to see what damage had been done. Eeerie. Something to see- once. A hurricane came up the coast and whacked Connecticut when I was living with my aunt and my next-closest sister (my mother having gone to Florida with my stepfather and the younger kids).
      It was a bloody mess. Bridges, streets, all kinds of damage. We drove out to see it. I was very young.
     
      Now I have to consider if I should rip up the end of the family room with the TV or continue procrastinating the taxes.
      Or procrastinate the scan of the Not for Smoking Fabio calendar.
      Or try to find where the blazes is Chuck with the wireless cards for John???
      Or begin the tear-down of the entire old living room so I can pull out ALL the bookcases in there.
      Or clean his room.
      Or do laundry.
      Or reassemble the bookcase in my room, so I can hang up my clothes and live like a human. Did that for a week. Nice change.
      Or read a book.
     
      Hmmmmmm.
     
      Hard decision.

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