I had a hell of a night. Willi was restless again. All night long he repeatedly jumped on and off the bed. He just couldn't seem to get comfortable. I even took him for a late evening walk before calling it a night just to make sure that he had done all his business. But at 4am he was staring me down. My dog can actually wake me up with a stare and a few well timed jumps on and off the bed.
At some point I sensed that he was not going to settle down unless something different happened. First I let him out into the back yard, thinking that perhaps he was picking up the scent of raccoons and just wanted to investigate, but when I let him out it didn't take long and he was back in the house staring me down. No, this could mean only one thing...Willi needed to go for a poop, and he needed to go fairly urgently based on the intensity of his stare. Fine. I get dressed and go out into dark damp night. And you know what; it really is darkest before the dawn.
So there I am walking to the park at 4:10am. Well wasn't he just sniffing every nook and cranny? He was taking his own sweet time sniffing his way a long. Luckily half way to the park he decided to get down to business. After a wee runny poop, which I had a very difficult time picking up in its entirety, he still wanted to take a wee leisurely stroll to the park. Was it my imagination or was this taking twice as long as it usually took? Willi seemed to be sniffing each spot of interest with an intensity and thoroughness that was unlike him. Come on Willi, this is not brain surgery here...I want to go to sleep now. Forgetaboutit.
Of course when we got home and went back to bed, Willi was fast asleep in two seconds, and I was wide awake and frustrated. After a while I just gave up trying to fall back asleep. I read the new Dreamweaver MX book that Stephen had brought home from the office and then around 6:30am I began my morning writing practice.
Now I am here writing to you and just giving you a wee little look at what has happened so far. And what a riveting story it is!
Yesterday's cable guy experience was fun. This particular appointment went from 2pm until 5pm. You know how they are; they can only guesstimate as to when they will be able to show up at your house. Anyway, the cable guy showed up at 4:30pm in his little red Rogers truck and came in to look at the cable and the ghosting picture. "Wow, look at that...on every channel eh?"
Yep.
I tell him that I suspect that this problem resides at the junction box on the street, so he pulls his van out on to the road, up to the box and pulls the cable out of the ground to test it. He then connects the wires to a television that he has on his truck...very smart...to see if the ghosting image is at this point in the line.
Well what do you know...sure enough there they are...ghosts! It has nothing to do with the house, the wiring...the cable leading up to the house...It's their goddamn crappy cable in the junction box. And guess what? My mother's house is the only house joined up to this particular box, so she's the only person on earth that has this particular problem. Hmmm. The long and short of it is that Rogers will now send another repair team within 24 to 48 hours to fix the problem. This may involve digging up the entire cable to Timbuktu and back again for all I care. Fix it!
What are the odds that this new repair team can fix it?
Any bets.
I will keep you filled in on the cable guy story as it continues to unfold in all its horrific, tedious detail. All this for high speed internet access you ask? Damn straight! I want some fun, quick and easy action here people!
So the day begins well, if not entirely too early.
