Cut Off

Sometimes things just go bump in the night. Last night was one of those nights. After getting home from school the girls were all in radically different moods so the Beef Brisket, Mac and Cheese and salad that I'd prepared for dinner was received in different ways. Madison covered her plate in ketchup and sour cream. Laurel fell asleep in her hers though Cassidy ate everything on the table. I needed an after dinner break so Goddess and I strolled along the Back River. Then Winston, the little dog of very suspicious lineage, needed a walk. Cassidy wanted to help so we made our way to the sad little holy dock and sat there talking. The tide was high, the marsh grass covered and we laughed and made plans. When it was time to leave, she grabbed Winston and sprinted for home. Goddess and I meandered. Back home I was reminded of how loud three girls can be so I went outside to trim the weeds that grow in a sub-tropical climate. As I did so, I promptly severed the Fiber Optic line that brings the phone and Internet High Speed connection to our house. It was hidden under weeds I tenderly care for every day. We are now disconnected from the world ... which really isn't all that bad when you are forced to stop and think about it. No emails, phone calls, Instant messages, Friend Requests or ability to go to ESPN, the Weather Channel or see what's happening at Landover Baptist Church in Freeport, Iowa. The sun's popped out this morning, the girls are school, and Sarah's wearing a really tight short cut dress. I am suddenly busy making plans. This may not be such a bad thing at all! "Business first," I tell myself and place the call to AT&T. It takes an hour and a half as I punch buttons for three different automated voices before talking to MS. WOODS (she was very loud), then Swaquenta (very nice) and finally Fransnetta (who was the most helpful of all and even left me her personal phone number should I need anything else). So you're probably asking yourself, "Mike, if you're cut off from the world, sitting on the beach, with Sarah wearing a tight short skirt ... how in the hell do I know this?" It's an excellent question. Ooops ... just lost the Internet service I was hacking.