I Will Not Take These Things For Granted

11 October 2001

Whew. Well, we arrived home to the friendly blink of the cable modem light. Blink, blink, blink. No internet for us! It's been up and down all week, and I'm going to have to call AT&T @ Home and complain. It won't do any good, but it might get money off our bill. Let's hope. They're incompetents.

So I have no idea when this entry will actually go up. Sorry about that. Let me assure you that I am more annoyed than you are.

You know, I decided to call this entry "I Will Not Take These Things For Granted" because the later part will concern old friendships and things like that, that I really don't want to take for granted. But I think getting service in exchange for money is something I should be able to take for granted. Without blinking, even.

Heh. When all of this stuff started, I was glued to the TV, terrified that they would say the US was bombing Kabul. What a difference a month makes. When it actually happened, I was sad and resigned. It took long enough that I was expecting it, just like the rest of you. We kept the radio tuned to the oldies station on the drive down to Farmington that day, listened to 'Erman's 'Ermits rather than news of war. We read the paper. It'll be the same news for awhile.


I think this was "the dangers of writing groups" week in M'rissaland. I read Pat Murphy's The City, Not Long After, which reminded me way too much of Lisa Goldstein's A Mask for the General, and then yesterday I started James Blaylock's The Paper Grail. He says in the front of it that he steals from Tim Powers. No kidding he does! I'm hoping this twists a lot further than it looks like it's going to, or it'll just read like a low-rent Powers novel. And I like Powers, but I like him with all his Powersy bells and whistles, thank you.

Our flight back was cancelled, and they put us on another flight two hours later. They called to let us know that this would be the case. But instead of calling our "travel contact number," they called our home number. Once we had left. Does this make sense to you? Sell people round-trip tickets, then attempt to reach them at one location once you have been corporately responsible for removing them from that location. Anyway, Cal was checking for gate info etc. the night before we were supposed to leave, so at least we found out in advance and could call David and tell him. I was so exhausted when we got in, I went to bed at 9:00. When we dropped David at BART, Mark asked if he was coming in, and he said, "No, you guys will want to unpack and stuff like that." Yeah, right. What I wanted to do was sleep. So I did.

But I've started at the ending. Maybe it would be better to start at the beginning.

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