Posted by Farmgirl on January 11, 2010 | 4 Comments
Three.
One simple number holds so much significance. Three signifies the past three days … the days I have been unable to connect to the Internet, complete my work, update my blog or check e-mails.
Three signifies the number of times I have had a raging hissy fit in the past three days because I could not connect to the Internet, complete my work, update my blog or check e-mails. Apparently I’m addicted to the computer. I had no idea. I spent the weekend feeling like a junkie who couldn’t get a fix. I thought my eternal desire for Diet Coke was bad … try going without computer time for three days.
Try it, I dare ya. It’s brutal, man.
On the other hand, I accomplished a lot — though that depends on your point-of-view. From Farmguy’s perspective, my withdrawal from technology spurred me on to create several huge disasters. It all started with this …
I learned that when I cannot get to the ‘net, I have time for projects. And nothing fuels my fire like a magazine cover that reads,
“Reimagine every room in your house. “
Farmguy shuddered in terror. I headed out the door, disguising my quest for a gallon of antique white semi-gloss paint with my willingness to pick up a bath tub drain gasket for him. He spent a snowy Saturday working on the upstairs bathroom. Wonders never cease!
He eyed my purchase with great dismay. I can’t blame him — I spent Friday removing three layers of wallpaper from the dining room. I could practically hear him thinking, “She trashed one room and now she’s going to start on something else?”
Yes, dear.
Project number two involved paint and house numbers. I painted all of the upstairs doors. Three times. I didn’t want to spend extra money on primer, but I should have. One coat was definitely not enough to cover dark and dreary.
Then I applied the numbers. I can hear you thinking … “What?”
Every door got one. It looks like I’m running a hotel boarding house. I change the linens, cook the meals and provide laundry service … why not charge for room and board? Lack of computer time gets a person to thinkin’.
And I had more time for thinking, since I wasn’t absorbed with Twitter and Facebook and blogging and surfing.
I had more time to make soup.
I had more time to make homemade biscuits.
I had more time to send the kids out into the cold and out of my hair.
And more time to make cocoa when they came in to thaw.
I had more time to watch the birds …
… and admire their territorial natures …
… and praise female smarts: avoid conflict and enjoy leftovers.
I had more time to smile while Farmguy played in the snow.
More time for fervent prayers when it didn’t look like the feed was going to make it up the hill. (It finally did, much to the relief of 30 steers.)
I had more time.
Life was quieter.
I had that peaceful, easy feeling.
And I felt completely disconnected and agitated the entire time.
I did have more time to play with my sister and our collective kids. Her Internet isn’t working, either. I had to drive 20 miles to Lowe’s to write a blog post in the parking lot because apparently the Verizon tower near here is fully-functional. Just what is my goodly monthly sum good for if you can’t fix a tower for five business days? Please speed it up!
Dear Verizon Mobile Broadband,
I beg you to fix the problem with your tower as soon as inhumanely possible. Can’t you see we’re suffering?
Thanks,
Farmgirl and friends, living in the vicinity of the non-functional tower in northern Carroll County.
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