WHEN THE WIFI GOES OUT AGAIN (PART 2)

The Day of the Chair and the Wimp

Okay.  So this is Day Two of no WiFi  (Not the actual day, since I am not posting this until several days later because I had no WiFi.)

Century Link says we have a "bad" connection and we are covered for inside repairs.  I seriously doubt, however, that the repairman will crawl under our house in order to repair any wires.  I dunno.  We'll find out tomorrow.

The reason they would have to crawl under the house in order to get to the wires is because we live in a basement-less 1996 manufactured home in Florida.  The only way to get under it is to creep and crawl and God only knows what's under there.  I will keep you posted.  By the way, no homes in Florida have basements which come in very handy during hurricanes and tornadoes but we don't have any basements.  OH, WELL. The nicer regular homes have all of their wires in their garages.  We do not have a nice regular home.  But at least we've got fields!  We need a farmhand more than WiFi.

In the meantime, I thought I would use this WiFi downtime to put together that new office chair I just purchased (during that pre-No WiFi era in my life).  I rarely buy anything new for me or for us because we already have too many things we need to let go of.  (Please stayed tuned for one of my future Substacks to be entitled "Letting Go.")  However, the chair that I love needs to go.  Free!  On Nextdoor Neighbor!  (Please refer to PART 1 of WHEN THE WIFI GOES OUT AGAIN)

I opened up the new chair box today (which now empty box will also be offered for FREE on Nextdoor Neighbor because so very many people are moving they need boxes).  I pulled out all of the packages and pieces.  I pulled out the instructions.  So easy!  A kid could do it!

Not so fast because unfortunately I am not a kid anymore.

Oh wait!  There is really IS a song for everything!

Well.  I am not Bobby's girl.  But I AM ALSO NOT A KID ANYMORE!

I have put together so much furniture in my life I can't even list it all.  Kitchen cabinets, very difficult desks, dressers and nightstands, tons of bookcases and many other assorted items.

The base of the chair was very easy although pushing those casters in made me realize how weak my fingers and hands have become.  The seat went on easy, too.  Then I came to the conundrum.  The arm rests.  I just couldn't get them on.  Wait.  I did get ONE on but I had already begun sweating despite the frigid air conditioning.  I knelt down.  I squatted.  My knees would not permit me to arise.  I could not get up.  I needed HELP!

I cried to my husband.  "PLEASE HELP ME!!!"  Bill came in huffing and puffing with his nebulizer and cane.  I got the other armrest on!  So as I sweated and Bill gasped for air, he righted me up and I righted up the chair and was horrified to realize I had put the arms facing the back rather than the front even though the FRONT was clearly labeled "FRONT."  But I felt like this.

I had to just stop.  I was even getting winded, too.

As I continued sweating bullets, Bill gasped his way back onto the sofa.

I will finish this "easy" task tomorrow but, folks, this aging thing is definitely not for the wimpy.  I have become wimpified.  I am now, officially, a wimp with no WiFi.

So THEN!  I pull in the other crappy chair in order to get on social media to share my sad tale of woe forgetting I have no WiFi in order to do so.

Danger!  Danger!  Danger No Wifi Will Robinson!  None of this is going to get any easier as time goes by.

Now I have waited and SURVIVED "repairman day."

STAY TUNED for the Update!

(Hmmmm.  Wait a second here.  This might be my very first opportunity to actually insert one of those dreaded PAYWALLS.  I SURE COULD USE THE FINANCIAL SUPPORT!)

Wow!  I bet I've gotten no paywall subscriptions!  Because, honestly, who the heck cares about my Century Link repairman?

I CARE.  I care very much.  Century Link kept me updated via text messages about his impending arrival.  And then…I saw him.

From my kitchen window (because of the perfect placement of our home that my husband placed in 1996) I was able to see across 2 acres to the roadway.  A white truck pulled up to our driveway and then backed up past the little gray house in front of us, made a U-Turn and pulled up to one of those cable things on the road where he remained for quite a while.

THEN…he moved up behind the little gray house where I suspect there is another one of those cable things and I couldn't see him anymore.  THEN…he backed up to the original cable thing and I could see him again.  (Isn't this EXCITING???)

THEN…he called me!!!  His name was Timothy.  Timothy told me that right around the corner from us on County Road 202 someone had stuck a new speed limit sign into the ground and destroyed our wires.  But!  He managed somehow to temporarily get our WiFi back on track.

Meanwhile (since I understand nothing about how any of this works), my husband, who is a master electrician who is unable to actually work as a master electrician because of his declining health and he is 76 years old, tried to explain this all to me using his countless prescription pill bottles to show me how it all works.  He lined them all up in row and told me what the repairman was doing.  Hmmmm.  So, thank you, Bill.  I kind of understand all of this a little better now and thank you, Lord, for providing him with all of those bottles.

Timothy, the repairman, told me they will probably come back next week to take up that speed limit sign and repair our wires and I might experience a small interruption of service during that time.

I told him I would call Sumter County to make them aware of this issue.  And, by the way, I LOVE Sumter County because they are very responsive.  The person in charge over there called me back, asked questions and then told me that it was actually the City of Wildwood that planted the speed limit sign into our wires BUT he would take care of it.

And also, just FYI, Century Link is Lumen now.  Who knew?

I will keep y'all posted.

By the way.  Here's the NEW chair.  I just can't figure out how to pump it down so my feet meets the floor.

SIGH.

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