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Surrealism on steroids...
Oct. 28th, 2004 07:51 amI don't expect life to be perfect. Really, I don't. But the past few days here with my folks have driven me completely up the wall.
Primo, it turns out my mother likes to putter about at night. As she is a bit hard of hearing, she doesn't probably realize she is slamming doors, or that flushing the toilet is associated with any noticeable sounds. As my dad is a bit hard of hearing, I guess he is not particularly bothered by slamming doors or the sounds of running water. In short, I've been up since about 3 am and for some reason I'm recalling an episode of The X Files where Mulder and Scully track down members of a military unit that had been surgically altered in the Vietnam timeframe so as to remove their need to sleep (thereby making them more "efficient"), and the mystery thereof. While I can't say I haven't slept at all since the early 70s, I'm nonetheless thinking I'm getting way short on shuteye, lately, methinks.
Segundo, my Verizon phone is frustrating the heck out of me. The house apparently lies in some kind of twilight reception area that the dweeb in the commercials who walks around with the phone superglued to his ear and repeating the question "Can you hear me now?" has apparently never visited, else he'd have augered into the ground as a result of exiting, then entering, then exiting, then entering (you get the idea) the service area. I think I found a spot 35 yards from the house, behind a tree, on top of a boulder, where the reception actually stays above the "one-bar" level for more than three minutes.
Tercero, there doesn't seem to be a place around here outside of a public library where one can go online around here, and it's not as if there's a hotspot at the library or anything. You've got to use their equipment and play by their rather restrictive rules (you want to put a disk in our machine? get serious!). There's a Starbucks in Glen Cove, but they not only do not have any kind of wireless access, their barista seems annoyed that customers keep interrupting the course of the work day with requests for beverages. I may have to go to Westbury or Garden City to get connectivity.
Cheers...
Primo, it turns out my mother likes to putter about at night. As she is a bit hard of hearing, she doesn't probably realize she is slamming doors, or that flushing the toilet is associated with any noticeable sounds. As my dad is a bit hard of hearing, I guess he is not particularly bothered by slamming doors or the sounds of running water. In short, I've been up since about 3 am and for some reason I'm recalling an episode of The X Files where Mulder and Scully track down members of a military unit that had been surgically altered in the Vietnam timeframe so as to remove their need to sleep (thereby making them more "efficient"), and the mystery thereof. While I can't say I haven't slept at all since the early 70s, I'm nonetheless thinking I'm getting way short on shuteye, lately, methinks.
Segundo, my Verizon phone is frustrating the heck out of me. The house apparently lies in some kind of twilight reception area that the dweeb in the commercials who walks around with the phone superglued to his ear and repeating the question "Can you hear me now?" has apparently never visited, else he'd have augered into the ground as a result of exiting, then entering, then exiting, then entering (you get the idea) the service area. I think I found a spot 35 yards from the house, behind a tree, on top of a boulder, where the reception actually stays above the "one-bar" level for more than three minutes.
Tercero, there doesn't seem to be a place around here outside of a public library where one can go online around here, and it's not as if there's a hotspot at the library or anything. You've got to use their equipment and play by their rather restrictive rules (you want to put a disk in our machine? get serious!). There's a Starbucks in Glen Cove, but they not only do not have any kind of wireless access, their barista seems annoyed that customers keep interrupting the course of the work day with requests for beverages. I may have to go to Westbury or Garden City to get connectivity.
Cheers...
