Wouldn’t you know it. Plans for last Sunday evening included email correspondence and leisurely reading blogs. I settled into my chair, computer on lap. What’s this? No connection? For unknown reasons the servers supplying the wireless broadband in this community are not functioning. After a couple years of relatively fast internet reverting to dial-up is excruciating. Aggravated by a very slow dial-up connection of around 26kbs, if we’re lucky.
The person who owns the T1 line is in the final throes of getting his house built: final inspection this Thursday, builders took six weeks longer than initially projected, they’ve been “camping” these past several weeks while doing everything they can to expediate the process (and save dollars) as well as working full time. Providing internet service is a type of hobby sideline. Understandably taking any time to try to figure out what’s wrong is not high on his priority list. Really, I am trying to be patient and understanding, especially after talking with him Monday evening and realizing he’s on the edge of exploding from so much stress. Still… It’s very hard to be efficient with the online time when we have only one phone line and a business to run – doing a kind of tap dance between being online and off so phone calls can come through. Loading and downloading messages and webpages creep slower than a slug.
The Broomstick Lace Hourglass Jacket is coming along. The body is finished with only the sleeves left to do. I’d love to wear it to the Knit and Crochet Show taking place at the Portland Convention Center this Saturday when Ed and I are going to be at Stitch Diva’s booth signing crochet hooks and knitting needles at noon. Please stop by if you’re in the vacinity!
Work on Ed’s vest has slowed to a crawl since my fiber time has been mostly devoted to the Hourglass Jacket. (I’m not even going to attempt to load any pictures today.)
Yesterday Faith and Wesley spent the day with us. I got next to nothing accomplished work-wise, and I admit I was relieved when Justin came to pick them up when he got off work. But the joy of being with them outweigh my pursuits. Faith is such an agreeable, adorable child when she’s here. And Wesley is a cuddly, happy baby who seldom sees a need to cry unless he’s tired or hungry.
