WHEN THE WIFI GOES OUT AGAIN (PART 1)

Maybe God Is Trying to Tell Me Something

I have about a hundred Substacks in progress and a thousand more waiting in the wings of my head.  But what happens when I get on my PC to write all of my brilliant thoughts down so I can spew them out for all of my surely to be delighted readers?  You know, all TWO of you readers.  Oh, okay.  Maybe there are FIVE of you if you include my husband who is force fed them.

What happens is that I get caught up in the swirl of social media.  I have Facebook Groups for all of my "conditions" and, of course, the worst is Twitter (now X but it will always be Twitter to me.)

WiFi has become my lifeline and I am just sick of it.  I am sick of relying on WiFi.  Now I understand why most work from home jobs want you to have a wired internet/modem/router or whatever the heck you call it.  Having no WiFi would really put me out of business.  "Hi boss!  I'm calling in no WiFi today!  Sorry!  See you…whenever it's repaired!  Friday maybe, sometime between 8AM and 7 PM!  I get paid for NO WIFI days, right?  RIGHT?"

Losing your internet connection on your laptop is like suffering from a withdrawal from cigarettes, alcohol or drugs.  I need to find a rug on Wayfair.  I need to post a Nextdoor Neighbor thing.  I need to look up the creation of our Universe and what Galileo thought about it.  I need to do it and I need to do it NOW!

And no.  No, no, no, no, NO!  I don't want to do any of that stuff on my phone.  I want to do it all on the BIG SCREEN and I also need to email photos to myself so I can save them on my laptop and then share them with YOU.

How has everything become so hard when everything is supposed to be so easy?

I am sure there are way easier ways of doing stuff the ways I do them but the only advice I've gotten about learning those ways is, and I quote, "GET A KID!"

The company that is sending me estimates to do a major home repair sent me a revised estimate that required my WIFI printer to print.  Well, I did that the other day.  It was a pre no WiFi day.  But this morning he called me and said he couldn't send the loan documentation via email.  He would have to drop it off.  I came up with an absolutely BRILLIANT solution.  "Can you put it in the mail," I asked.  "You know…the MAIL?  In an envelope?  With a stamp?"

"Hmmmm…," he replied.  "The mail.  That might work."

Folks.  Here we are in the days of "miracles and wonders" and the actual US Postal Service might be the most viable solution of all!

(Dear Lord, please give me strength.)

I have a box I haven't opened yet which contains a new desk chair which needs "togethering."  Perhaps I could use my time during this NO WIFI day, open that box and together it!  Yes.  I could do that.  But then I would have to stop typing this.  The conundrums I face daily have become overwhelming.

(Note to self:  Write about daily conundrums.)

And then there's my old office chair that I love so much and nothing is really wrong with it except that whatever crappy vinyl coating they put on the seat and the armrests is all flaking off and I just don't know HOW to remedy this catastrophe but I will offer this chair FREE to anyone who wants it BEFORE I have to take it apart and lug it to the dump.  I "guess" I could put it on Nextdoor Neighbor using my phone but, see, without the WIFI, all those minutes add up and I get charged for them!  Yikes!

AY CARUMBA!!!  (I can't even just quickly check if I spelled Ay Carumba correctly.)

This is a NIGHTMARE.  Or, possibly, a blessing sent from God.

Except…I have written this and now I can't publish it because it is on my computer and I have no way of sending it to my phone.

Friday can't come soon enough.  I will put the chair together tomorrow.  But now…it's almost 5PM and…it's time to feed the dogs.  And then to feed us.  And then…another night of nightmares.  They have been crazy.

(Another note to self:  Write about the NIGHTMARES.)

Thank you for reading, dear reader.  May your WIFI be with you!

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Unlike so many other Substackers, I do not require you be a paid subscriber in order for you to comment on my posts. Why should anyone have to actually PAY to SAY? Well, you don’t have to here. But still, hardly ever, does anyone speak to me. I am sad.