Oh my.
The first Dish guy said the problem with our internet wasn't a misaligned dish as the phone tech had determined, it was all the foliage that had grown into the Line of Sight. No LOS = no signal. So he told me to cut down the branches and put in an order to install a new pole and dish in a location that would be better for maintaining a LOS. (If you're wondering why he ordered both, so was I.) I dutifully cut the branches and got no improvement. Which is to say, no signal, and thus no internet.
The pole/dish install guy showed up this afternoon and said there was no need for a new location, it was a simple alignment problem. He spent 10 minutes re-aiming the dish and we now have our internet back...and faster. That makes sense, though. The dish is mounted to a tree (which tech #1 said was verboten and a firing offense) and as the tree grows the dish moves slightly. It didn't go out of alignment all at once, but gradually as the tree grew. So our speed slowed until it finally stopped.
Tech #2 said this will happen again as the tree grows and we'll have to have this fix repeated in the future. Mostly, I think he was happy to have escaped the hard work of setting a pole and dish, and running the cable through the woods to MoHo. Especially on a hot day. (We're headed to 92 today and 100 tomorrow.)
Per Marta's recommendation I'm checking Sundae every hour on the hour. At 11 a.m. I *think* I watched her water break, but nothing has happened since then. Poor girl. In this heat....
We're hoping she gives birth during the night. We'd miss it, but that's better for her than during the serious heat tomorrow. Sunday is back to the high 80's, still hot, but much better for her and the kids. And if she doesn't kid tomorrow I'll stay home from church Sunday. It would be appropriate for Sundae to kid on Sunday, eh?
I called the podiatrist's office when they opened yesterday and told the gal that eight days after the procedure to remove my big toe nail I thought there might be a problem. My toe is very swollen and that swelling is moving up my foot. The nail bed is still weeping and shows no signs of healing over. And it is extremely sensitive. OUCH!
She said she'd talk to the dr. and call me back.
Two hours later, "No fever? No yellow discharge? Then he says this all sounds normal, but if you want to come in he'll see you this morning."
I do not want to be "that patient," the one they talk about after he leaves and say things like, "What a wuss." So I said I'd hang in there. "Tell the doctor he undersold the recovery process."
When I was there for the removal he told me toenails serve no function and mine would not grow back; I'll just have skin there.
Wrong! The perform a very important function. They protect your nail bed from anything that comes in contact with it and feels like a ball peen hammer. There's a reason they used pulling nails out as torture.
It helps with the swelling, if not the workload, if I sit in my chair with feet up. So this afternoon I watched some of the Barrett-Jackson car auction from some Indian Casino Resort someplace. The previewed a '59 Chevy fleetside pickup and a '59 Olds 2-door hardtop. Having owned and sold both of those I was torn between curiosity and fear to see the selling price.
The Olds sold for $19,000, just a bit over 10x what I sold mine for. But it had power everything, so there's that.
I finally got the sign done. I printed off the words on card stock, cut them out, traced them to the wood, and then painted them. It now hangs on the barn, a suitable embellishment to welcome Sundae's kids. Next up: the sign identifying the separate area at the far end of the barn,
the "Asante Memorial Birthing Center."
Just for fun.
We're finally done with pledge four weeks on our local PBS station and back to good programming. That includes our usual favorites and a new one - at least on our affiliate - "Murder on the Home Front." We recommend it. And the season premier of Grantchester was good, too.
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