Internet's Out Again

In the boonies we take what we can get. They could shut us off completely!

Tamaracks (also called “larch”, as in Monty Python’s “The LARCH”) are the only conifers to actually shed their needles in winter.  The first time I saw all those bare branches I thought some terrible disease had suddenly decimated entire stands of trees.  But in late fall they’re gorgeous—as if, like the hardwoods, they feel the need to give a grand, final performance before shutting down for the season.   

Just a note, folks, to tell you my internet and cable are out and have been for over a week now. Reports are that it’s a blown transformer and the island tech guy can’t fix it. New parts ordered but no idea when they’ll get here or get installed. (They’re saying tomorrow or the next day but nobody holds their breath around here.)

I’m using my phone as a hot spot but the signal is so weak it’s like having the worst DSL ever. It just chugs along and sometimes falls asleep along the way. I’m not even sure it can handle this little publishing job.

We’ll see, won’t we?

I’m writing offline on Word—on my old, comfy computer—so there are some things in the offing, but I can only use this new laptop with my phone for some reason, and I haven’t installed Word on it yet. (Dumb! I know! I will!)

Anyway, I miss you. See you soon, I hope. The days are getting shorter, but the colors are amazing! (See above.)

So it’s not all bad.

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