Last week I got the good news that my new carriage is finally finished. The wonderful folks from the group that runs carriages in downtown Memphis are driving up this week to Indiana and will bring it home to me. Now, of course, I have to sell the old one. However, since I ordered this one more than a year ago, I am overjoyed to have it at last.
That’s the good news. I may decide once it gets here to turn totally Luddite and drive it exclusively.
In the last week I have been faced with the following technological problems:
I got in my car to go to my Malice writers meeting last Saturday and had a dead battery. So, once I got it jumped, I took it to town and replaced it. Missed the meeting.
My icemaker quit for the umpty-umph time. The man came out to fix it, replaced the front gasket, which has been leaking for a couple of months, and swore it was fixed. Nunh-unh. Another hour on the phone setting up another appointment.
Then I had the spring cleanup done on the heating and air conditioning. Other than the fact that the filter was completely impacted, that went well.
Then my dentist says I need another laser surgery on a tooth. You do not want to know what that will cost.
One the plus side, Mr. Mouse did get my pastures cut—they look like a golf course. Zoe and Frieda were delighted.
Then the man came to replace my Wildblue.Net dish spent four hours here on Friday afternoon, and swore I was fine. Nunh-unh. I have spent hours with those lovely (and they are) technies at Wildblue. They can’t solve the problem. They suggested I carry my big IMac down the hall into George’s office to plug it in directly because they can’t service wireless equipment. Question: If you sell a wireless network, shouldn’t you be able to troubleshoot a wireless problem?
Then I’m having the security system replaced with a wireless system so we won’t lose it during thunderstorms and tornadoes. They have rescheduled three times, and may get here the day after Memorial day.
I may get rid of my landline completely. It went out last Wednesday afternoon. They came out to fix it late Tuesday. A week, guys?
My huge Minolta copier is telling me it needs a repairman, but no one in this area repairs Minolta. Haven’t solved that one yet.
Mr. Mouse swears he’ll help me reconstruct the stalls Zoe destroyed in the barn, but has no idea when he’ll get around to it. Meantime, the front of my house looks like the jungles of Yucatan with a broken concrete path in the middle. Can’t find anyone to redo that either. Oh, and my step-son from California, Kendall, is sending someone to take George’s Corvette back to California so he can fix it and sell it since George will never be able to drive it again. But he hasn’t showed up yet.
You can’t walk in my house, I have gained four pounds, and I dream of chocolate.
I suppose I’m too old to sit in a corner and suck my thumb, but I’m almost past caring. Anybody know a good Milolta repairman?