Randy and I really needed a few days away. There isn’t much I’d rather do than head to Tennessee and watch The Madisons play live. They had two shows scheduled and our cabin was available.
Before anything else, I have to say, I love this cabin. I love it so much. Just looking at it makes me feel calm. I don’t sleep well when I’m not in my own bed. Hell, I very often don’t sleep well in my own bed, but I have never had a bad night’s sleep in this cabin. Although, a moth did buzz my face in the middle of the night the first night, but I fell right back to sleep.
Usually, the trip down is pleasant. It’s a pretty trip. The trip is not as pretty if you spend half of it on the phone with ‘Mitch’ or ‘Midge’ from Cincinnati Bell technical support.
The problem started with me not being able to access some websites. I couldn’t get to twitter or FB, but I could still access my blog and email. I had some stirrings of anxiety but put my faith into tech support.
I work in IT. I know better than that.
By the time ‘Mitdge’ got finished walking me through settings my phone was rendered nearly useless. I could receive calls but nothing else. Nothing. No texts, no catching up on scramble games, for all that is holy NO CHECKING MY BLOG STATS. Here is a sampling of my conversation:
Midge: Michelle, what happens now when you press the menu button?
Me: Well, the menu button doesn’t exist anymore. All I have is a key pad and where the menu button USED to be says ’emergency calls only’
Mitch, terribly annoyed with me: Yes, Michelle. You DO have a menu button.
Me: No. No I do not. There is no menu button. There is no anything. I can hear text notifications coming in but I can’t get to them. I can’t drag down from the top. I can’t do anything with this phone. (Thank god Randy’s phone wasn’t affected).
Midtche: I will call your number.
She successfully calls my number and I can clearly hear her on my phone.
Me: Okay, great! So we’ve established that the ONLY thing my phone can do now is receive calls, which really, is the most annoying thing it does.
Midge/Mitch/Midche: There is nothing more I can do. You will have to take it to a phone store.
I was so much better off before I contacted tech support.
I was going on a forced social media blackout for days. I was way more stressed out about this than I care to admit.
We got to our friend’s house and unloaded a few things before heading back to our cabin to unpack. The first thing we saw was this little guy.
I thought he looked like he had Aztec symbols painted on him and Randy says it looks more like a fleur de lis symbol. Either way, I thought he was beautiful. Sitting there in the door frame.
On the ground.
Where we were walking in and out carrying our stuff.
I’m not sure which one of us smushed the moth, but I think it was Randy. I had taken my shoes off and I didn’t have any yellow moth juice or wing fuzz on my feet.
Oh, and Randy was sick. Like a ‘running a fever, should have stayed in bed’ sick.
Our trip started out with us being a couple of bad luck Schleprocks. We definitely had the dark cloud hanging over our heads.
The Madisons kicked ass that night. I love their shows so much.
More later. I have to go to the phone store now and lay my shit down.