The Involuntary Unintended Social Media Detox

 

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I’d been spending too much time on FaceBook and Twitter lately. I’ll be honest about it. Even with using my cell phone’s timer to avoid social media becoming a time sink, animal videos, tag team trolling my current congress rep about his support of the current administration’s abhorrent policies and so on started taking too much time.

I needed at least a day off. A detox. But there was this cat video and that dog pic and another video about wombats and….

The intervention came Tuesday afternoon when the internet cut out with no warning. At first I thought nothing of it since our service runs on the hiccupy side, especially in summer. Usually it comes back by itself in a few moments. This time it didn’t.

Hubby called the service provider. After twenty minutes on hold, a cheerful person asked if he’d unplugged the modem and plugged it back in. Little did said rep know that s/he spoke with a retired telecom engineer who had designed some of the software for one of the first versions of the Net back in the mid ’80s. Finally after a lot of questions about the hardware on this end and trying to sell Hubby a $99 upgrade for email service, the tech finally backed off and ran the tests. No, we were not getting a signal. No, couldn’t tell why from that end. Someone would be sent out in the next two or three days to see what was going on, and if they have to come inside, there will be a charge. Oh, we may not be able to get to you until next week. Or maybe even the week after that.

This is on the heels of our downstairs air conditioning unit conking out on Monday thanks to some rodent chewing the insulation off the wires that hook the unit to the thermostat. (That was a relief since Hubby thought the compressor had breathed its last cooling breath. If anyone asks, peace of mind costs $139. The compressor costs more than some cars we’ve both driven.)

The air. Now this. And the next Mercury retrograde doesn’t happen until the 25th of this month.

In the spirit of preparedness, Hubby went up to the local brick and mortar store for our cellular service to find out what we’d have to do to get going with wireless internet. As he  drove up the main road by our house, he saw several repair trucks setting up to get busy. He stopped and asked the foreman what had happened.

Well, Tuesday was mowing day along the main road. One of the mowers had taken out not just a junction box (the green boxes that hold wiring for phone and internet lines), but pulled up almost a mile of cable along with it. The mower blades had chopped the cable into tiny pieces. The severed end was so badly damaged that the repair crew had to dig up another considerable length before they found wires that would hold the splicing with the new cable. Then they had to attach that to a new junction box, verify that all of the accounts were getting service, then bury the cable. And then we and the other 599 impacted households would be back in business.

That was if they could get one of the crews specializing in disaster recovery on site.

Well, so be it. I still could have used my phone or taken my laptop to my favorite tea room, but I didn’t. I read a book that I had purchased at Ren Faire last weekend about Vikings. Watched more TV than I want to admit. Ran some errands. Read. Cooked. Brought the boom box downstairs (we use a Sonos device to route streaming radio stations through our stereo). Communed with real life.

Hubby was ready to rock and roll today with setting up the completely wireless net access, but his fun was interrupted last night by service resuming as if nothing had happened.

Today I checked in for about fifteen minutes on each of my social media platforms. I wrote this. I will work on a writing project this afternoon.

But wait…shouldn’t the pics from Oakley’s day care session on Tuesday be posted? And I need to see how this friend’s dog is doing after surgery, and there’s the T-Rex videos, and…

Maybe I need another detox.

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In the Words of the Pythonian Sages….

Have you seen “Monty Python and the Holy Grail?” You need to if you haven’t. At several points in the movie, the rallying cry of “Get on with it!” rings through Castle Anthrax and across a battlefield.

Hubby has taken those wise words to heart. He’s decided to retire. He’d planned  to stay at his job a couple of more years, but larger world circumstances including another takeover of his company have placed him in a position where he has more to lose if he stays where he’s been for the last 35 years than if he “gets on with it” with his long planned woodworking shop.

I’m relieved. I’m excited for him, and anxious to see where this new adventure will take us. Corporate culture never made a lot of sense to me, anyway. While it’s provided us with some nice things, it’s cost a lot in terms of sanity. It’s been like dealing with the Killer Rabbit and his offspring.

Adjustments will need to be made, of course. The good news is that we’re pretty much debt-free, no outstanding bills. House taxes and insurance will be the biggest expenses. I’m researching ways to keep the food bill low while taking the personal preferences and quirks of three individuals with different needs and tastes happy and healthy. Results will be published here, believe me.

Hubby’s birthday is this week, and a pole barn shopping trip is in order. There will be cake and a fancy dinner to commemorate the year that ends in a zero, and there will be a special performance of Oakley’s arrangement of “The Song of His People.” Best of all is knowing that the crazy train is pulling into the station and we can disembark.

So…let’s get on with it!