COVID-19: Day 27 and Day 28: TECHNOLOGY STILL

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.

Good morning!

COVID-19: Day 23: A Day of Rest


I have a bottle of Korbel Brut left over from Valentine’s Day in my refrigerator.  I’m going to pop it open when this quarantine is over.  Cheers to us all!

I haven’t exactly been busting my butt during this quarantine, but I gave myself permission to do diddly squat today.  Other than to make French toast and bacon, that’s exactly what I did.

I was a sloth, a slug and a slumberer.  I had 3 naps.  Long naps.  I slept most of the day.  I’m apt to be up all night.  I figured it was inevitable during this quarantine that I would get my days and nights mixed up, so I’m probably right on schedule.

I am still without WiFi.  I’m living through it, but it’s not pretty.  Much like this quarantine, it is completely disrupting the rhythm of my day.  Because the only machine that can reach the outside world is on the 2nd floor of my house and the coffee pot and wine are on the first floor of the house, I am up and down the stairs a gazillion times a day.

The phone has short, very short, periods where it can get a signal long enough to pull in a text message or two.  I am usually unable to answer before the connection is lost.  My friends probably think I'[m not speaking to them.  Alas.  There is nothing I’d rather do.  I love where I live, but not being able to get a cell signal most of the time is aggravating.  And the primary reason I still have a landline.

The landline works.  I tried to call my mom.  It seems her phone was out of order.  Technology is going to both be my savior and my downfall.

Here’s to Day 23.  Cheers!