The tenth of April came and
went, but our phone lines are still dead.
It isn’t just us; all our
neighbors and pretty much everyone up and down the road we live on do not have
their telephones yet. But the most annoying part is that none of them seem to
find it annoying. Why not? Mobile phones.
Oh, sure.
But I, on the other hand, have
been going for three weeks straight without Wi-Fi, and it has been clawing at
me. Especially more so, since I began the Mathew persona. It’s like fate is
having a good old chuckle at my expense.
I can see it now: this scene is
playing out in my head where Fate is sitting at a bar with his buddies Death
and Taxes, and they’re having this hearty old laugh while Fate goes:
“… and then he thinks since he
has internet, he can keep it up for as long as he wants,”
“HAW HAW HAW!”
“And, and…. It’s been THREE
WHOLE WEEKS!”
Death raises his glass, “To
Fate!”
“Hear, hear!” Taxes calls
Loud guffaws resume.
End scene.
Lack of Wi-Fi totally wouldn’t have
bothered me if it wasn’t for the blog. If it had been three months ago, I’d
have been, “Darn it,” and then gone for my favorite, age old, well known and respected
quote:
“Shit happens,”
And I would have probably
followed that up with a “Meh,” for good measure.
These days, it’s not as easy. It’s
so annoying when I walk through every minute of the day wondering what the heck
is happening on Facebook, and how many hits the site is getting; worst of all, I
can’t read articles, visit my favorite blogs nor do research.
I have a temper, and I keep
getting riled up each and every time the telephone company makes some excuse,
or says something like ,”They’re on their way,”.
Darn it, capitalism did it
again. Sigh.
I was planning to have something
posted yesterday, but then there came this small family gathering that I had to
attend. Well, I enjoyed it; it was pretty awesome. Meeting cousins after like
six or seven years, and trying to guess who was who before they told you and
spoiled the fun; having folks coming running at you and going, “Do you remember
Uncle Ted? Aunt Lily?” while crushing you in bear hug after bear hug; what’s
not to like?
Some of the best parts were
looking at the guys you used to play with as children, and trying to see the
old snot nosed, smudge faced kid under all the facial hair. And, as it turned
out, the feeling was mutual with a lot of them.
The highlight, though, was listening
to older aunts telling you about how you were as a kid. No, I don’t mean, “Do
you remember when wittle Matt took his first itty bitty step?”
With me, it was more of a, “HAW
HAW, and do you remember how whenever Matt came over, Sam* would go and hide all
his toys so that Matt wouldn’t break them?”
Sam, by the way, was three years older than me. And at the time of this story, I was maybe three or four years
old myself. Wow.
It turns out I was a heck of a
kid. People who know me these days would probably not believe I had that kind
of past. Since I can remember, Mum always told me how… um… let’s say how lively I was as a child. But, as you
always know, things seem much more real, and much more believable coming from
someone else.
I guess really was a pest back
then. The same type as those young brats who always keep crying out in busses,
who always squirm around when standing next to you, and in general, who keep
annoying the hell out of me. It’s true, then. What goes around, comes around.
And the most interesting phrase
that most of them somehow kept repeating:
“And look at how he turned out
after all…”
Well, to be honest, it was never
in those words exactly, but they meant as much, in their varied, assorted
versions. In any case, I cannot say for sure whether they meant it in a good
way or bad, but for the sake of optimism, I’m going for the good way.
Where was I going with this…?
Oh, yeah. Family function, was a
dinner event, and so I wound up spending the night at my aunt’s house. I hadn’t
taken my laptop, and it wouldn’t have made a difference if I had. For one
thing, she didn’t have Wi-Fi either, and for another, I was so pooped after
being on my feel all day, I promptly fell into bed.
Bottom line, did not get a
chance to post anything. And now you know, I had not prepared anything to post,
either. Which is why this particular one is a truer ramble and a more honest
raving than most of the rest of what I’ve posted here.
What was the point of this post,
you ask? Definitely not to impress you with my three year old antics. (Though I
once jumped out of a moving car. True story)
(No, wait, that was my younger
sister. I think she was two. That was
indeed a true story. True story)
Rather, this post was to stop me
from descending once again into the abyss where so many of my past hobbies have
gone. There was the comic book drawing I did with N, then the diary that I kept
(or tried to keep. Lost touch with that after a few months. Later, I tried
twice more, at different times, but with the same result). All of them had an
expiry date.
Fact of the matter is, I’m not
good with sticking to things, and this blog is one thing I cannot afford to let
go of.
Come rain, snow, or loss of
Wi-Fi, The Blog Must Go On.
I do realize I just tempted Fate
and his bar buddies to come at me repeatedly. So be it. At the very least,
should make for some interesting stuff to write about up ahead.
Bring it on, Fate!
*All names have been changed to protect identities of
the people mentioned
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