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One Step Closer to Done
7/6/05 06:12 pmBought a nice La-Z-Boy recliner yesterday, it was delivered today. Now Mike and I get to fight over it: I need it to rest my neck and upper back, Mike needs it to stretch out and rest his entire back. I bet I get it more because I can look more pitiful.
Wireless router and NIC came today. Now if the fuckin' CABLE GUY would come, and we got our broadband, I'd be a happy camper. Oh yeah, TV would be nice -- I'd love to know what's going on out there in the world.
Phone connectivity is sketchy at best. We're currently experiencing the effects of Tropical Storm Cindy as she blunders her way up the middle of the Southeast, impersonating a mammoth with a urinary incontinence problem. Rain, rain, rain. Our line is presently laying on the front lawn, waiting for the phone guys to come and bury it. All utilities underground mean no danger of losing them from trees, wind, or other catastrophes, but it doesn't WORK unless they're UNDERGROUND. Bastards.
The last of my furniture stripping supplies came today too. Now all I need is a day or so of no fucking rain so I can get started on my computer desk, a wonderful old oak kneehole desk my great-grandfather owned. Came from the railway company he worked for, Southern Norfolk I believe. He's the one who was a Cheyenne, his father sold horses to the Army Remount then "borrowed" them back to sell to another Remount station.
We're all unpacked indoors, just have to find places to put all this shit. Where did we get it all from? Wow.
I'm typing to you on my wonderful CisNet box, over the phone line up in my little garret. I have my lovely bamboo blind up, Kim the Simoneez cat is on my bed, Crystal the deaf cat is under my temporary computer table, Maggie the calico is on the foot of my bed watching me type, Bill the fat gray cat just came upstairs to see why I'm not downstairs, and Mike just wandered up for the same reason. I'm missed!
Vommy, it was good to hear from you today, you scoundrel you. No, you may NOT have a picture of me wearing nothing but a grin while I pose salaciously in front of the bamboo curtain. I don't want to frighten the neighbors, and besides, the squirrels are too quick for me, and you did say clutching a dead squirrel between my teeth was a requirement...
Lorri
Wireless router and NIC came today. Now if the fuckin' CABLE GUY would come, and we got our broadband, I'd be a happy camper. Oh yeah, TV would be nice -- I'd love to know what's going on out there in the world.
Phone connectivity is sketchy at best. We're currently experiencing the effects of Tropical Storm Cindy as she blunders her way up the middle of the Southeast, impersonating a mammoth with a urinary incontinence problem. Rain, rain, rain. Our line is presently laying on the front lawn, waiting for the phone guys to come and bury it. All utilities underground mean no danger of losing them from trees, wind, or other catastrophes, but it doesn't WORK unless they're UNDERGROUND. Bastards.
The last of my furniture stripping supplies came today too. Now all I need is a day or so of no fucking rain so I can get started on my computer desk, a wonderful old oak kneehole desk my great-grandfather owned. Came from the railway company he worked for, Southern Norfolk I believe. He's the one who was a Cheyenne, his father sold horses to the Army Remount then "borrowed" them back to sell to another Remount station.
We're all unpacked indoors, just have to find places to put all this shit. Where did we get it all from? Wow.
I'm typing to you on my wonderful CisNet box, over the phone line up in my little garret. I have my lovely bamboo blind up, Kim the Simoneez cat is on my bed, Crystal the deaf cat is under my temporary computer table, Maggie the calico is on the foot of my bed watching me type, Bill the fat gray cat just came upstairs to see why I'm not downstairs, and Mike just wandered up for the same reason. I'm missed!
Vommy, it was good to hear from you today, you scoundrel you. No, you may NOT have a picture of me wearing nothing but a grin while I pose salaciously in front of the bamboo curtain. I don't want to frighten the neighbors, and besides, the squirrels are too quick for me, and you did say clutching a dead squirrel between my teeth was a requirement...
Lorri
