Hello from Purgatory

Hello, I’m coming to you today from a blackberry. Not by choice but out of necessity. A few nights ago we had terrible winds. At times I was sure the roof would be ripped off and I’d wake up as road kill on the yellow brick road complete with pigtails, ruby slippers and a short dog named Toto. But I didn’t. Instead I woke up to a computer without internet access – much more frightening than a flock of flying monkeys!

I called customer support and talked to a very nice lady who I would guess (from her accent) lived in India. She said her name was Nancy.

Let me stop right here – have you seen the credit card commercials with the big guy named Peggy? He doesn’t speak a word of English but he’s the one you have to go through to get your rewards. Yep – I was thinking the same thing, but Nancy was good. I don’t know where she was but somehow she could see that the statilite dish on top of our house was out of alignment. I couldn’t see it standing in my own front yard but from India – she could. I took her word for it.

Long story – short – I am now waiting for our friendly repair man to come and fix it. He’s supposed to be here the 28th to save me from the purgatory of typing my posts on this rediculously small keyboard. Who dreams this stuff up? And why do they hate us so much? Good questions to ponder while killing time. That’s what we get for living out in the middle of nowhere.

I’ll be back as soon as possible but in the meantime sing a chours of “Ding, Dong the Witch is Dead” and think of me.

See you soon!

(I orginally wrote this on my blackberry – it took me 45 minutes of painstaking typing and then another half hour of trying to publish it before I gave up. Thankfully, Dad has a computer – about 40 miles from my house and I was headed that way this weekend. I’ll write when I can. Thanks for checking in.)