I never know if the internet connection will be working these days. It’s so abysmal that I called up the ISP and rudely asked, “Do I really have to pay for this?”
Apparently, I’m not the only one who has called. The gentleman on the phone, in spite of my horrid tone of voice, politely said, “Give me a second to pull up your account.” There was dead silence for a moment or two. Then he said, “Well, I can see you have had some difficulty,” and offered to credit me for the last three weeks of
If I would have had my wits about me, I would have pointed out that the service has been tenuous for much longer than three weeks. But, being in a state of shock that they were really willing to do something, I simply thanked him and hung up. Perhaps this was the more noble action anyway.
Meanwhile, posts are few are far between and work drives me crazy. I start on an article, go to research a topic, get a few bits of information under my belt, then the connection stalls. And stalls. And maybe it unstalls or maybe it doesn’t. E-mails get messed up. Attachments are a horror.
Not to mention that you don’t get to see the lovely Peruvian baby silk Bird’s Nest Smoke Ring I finished or the sweater I started for the resident non-knitter — against my better judgment I might add. I have never seen him wear a sweater, not once in 6 years. He does own one. It’s a gorgeous manly-grey V-neck cashmere sweater I bought him four years ago and he finally JUST tried on last week to appease me and to assure me that he REALLY does want a sweater and yes, he does know how to put them on. But I digress.
Nor do you get to see the lovely Koigu that found it’s way into my stash. Or the Cascade 220, or the gorgeous hand-dyed yarn from Kim or the magnificent number of wonderful knitting books and DVD’s that have come my way. I’ve been on a spree.
Suffice it to say, that you, my dear reader, are missing out on much of the glory of my knitting life.