Some time ago, I wrote the infamous Why I Blame My Mother For My Shoe Fixation post.
Having an Easter outfit with new shoes was pretty routine. I’ve carried it into my later years even though I don’t attend church.
There will be no Easter outfit or Easter shoes this year. Or an Easter dinner though I am playing around with the idea of making scalloped potatoes on Sunday.
I did order my mom an Easter basket which they kindly delivered yesterday. She was tickled, but still and all it just doesn’t feel like Easter.
I’m growing weary of this quarantine, but I am still suffering it happily. The alternative is death and destruction and in this time of Easter, we are to focus on life. So maybe I’ll plan the Out of Quarantine Outfit and new shoes
I’ve been crazed. It’s been a comedy of errors with both the AT&T iPhone and the Frontier DSL. The upshot of which has been I have either been without WiFi or without Internet for most of a week.
Crazed, I tell you.
At 10:30 or so last night, I finally got a person a Frontier, after multiple phone calls, that could wave the magic wand to get my new router to actually route stuff. Woo Hoo! We’re cooking with gas now.
The AT&T debacle is 99% my fault. I threw away the shipping materials to send my trade-in to them. They can’t seem to retrieve the numbers necessary to recreate the shipping materials because the store I bought the iPhone 8 from is closed due to COVID-19. Yeah, I don’t understand either but it is what it is. So now, I have to wait for the threatening letter or additional charges or something to get it all worked out. The guy at AT&T was just great.
So were the folks at Frontier.
I’m used to technology being screwy in my barn. I attribute the fact that I have a tin roof on part of the house as the reason.
But my new phone is finally set up and operating. My WiFi and Internet both work. I’m happy for the moment.
I got to Facetime with my main squeeze. Lord, it’s been too long. Yes, indeedy, I now have a 100-foot ethernet cord to hook the laptop to the modem in the absence of wifi.
So good to talk and share and laugh. Technology is certainly making this easier.
The days are starting to blend into one another. It doesn’t help that I have my days and nights mixed up. I work until 4:30 or 5 p.m. and then go to sleep, wake up at 2 am or 4 am and rock on for a few hours. Napping before starting work at about 8 am. This is not good.
Yesterday, Day 25, I couldn’t find anything to write about. It was just a day. I researched the CARES Act for funding for the nonprofit I work for, I wrote some business letters and I worked on the webpage. Nothing scintillating there. I’m also teaching myself Photoshop Elements which is slow going because my brain just doesn’t work the way that software was written.
I did talk to Chef Boy ‘R Mine: a real phone call. Neither of us had much to say but it was good to hear his voice. His birthday is on June 15th. I’m hoping to be out of shelter-in-place by then. Maybe, I’ll even go to Atlanta to see him. I do miss the boy. I also miss his wife. I don’t have a pithy nickname for her yet. I adore her though. He chose well.
It’s 6 a.m. Time to start this day. I’m thinking of actually showering and putting on real clothes. Maybe that will make it feel like a real day. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. . .