  For any of you who ever thought that i might have been smart, here is proof that i really am daft. So, we moved, eh? Good, Aliant on strike and all of that, so we figured we'd be in for a bit of a go when it came to the phone. Read this: June 17, 2004 I’m in exile. Dramatics aside, since Saturday, I’ve been more out of step with the rest of the planet than I usually am. We’re now in our lovely one-bedroom apartment, two doors down from the original.
It’s nicer here, somehow. The smaller space doesn’t seem smaller. The phone company is on strike, though, so getting our number reconnected is a bigger pain in the arse than it usually is. And the internet? Hoo boy. Evidently, I’m getting a new modem, e-mail address and internet start up kit.
No one has yet given me a good reason why that is, but The Powers That Be assure me I will regain touch by the 15th or so. (Never mind the singular fact that the 15th was two days ago. ) Haven’t called work for obvious reasons. I didn’t call them beforehand because I was under the delusion that the moving process wouldn’t eat up a significant chunk of time. Friends and family probably think I’m dead or in the depths of despair, and I can just hear my mother fairly cackle that I am such an ungrateful child, I didn’t even call my own father on Father’s Day. So, in a huge way, this all sucks.
In another, though, I’m enjoying the quiet time the move has afforded us. Kurt’s not home during the day anymore- he’s off doing handyman things 45 minutes away. I’ve been playing an excessive amount of Age of Mythology, and I’ve been spending time in front of Microsoft word; trying to trick myself into thinking I’m a writer. I haven’t been moping the floor, which I ought to, but I have been doing the dishes, and being a relatively good Susie Homemaker. I’ve had a lot of time to think. A lot of time to rest as well, but that hasn’t been happening.. I’m on the famine side of sleeping, and the most I can manage is about 2hrs sleep a night, and, if I’m exceedingly lucky, some Zz during the day.
I’ve been spending a lot of times in sweltering baths. I was supposed to go put in some volunteer time at the shelter today, but my body informed me that there was no possible way I was getting down that hill and back. Didn’t call, for obvious reasons, and no one was at the neighbours to borrow their phone. Should I have mentioned that mobility was an issue? Bah. The peace and quiet is awesome.
It will become too much soon, I think. The next door neighbour is a quietish fella with more than a passing love of his van, a Chevrolet astro-something-or-other. No idea about the other people in the building. We’re running low on groceries. We also need to get our tax money back before the University decides that we’ve stolen the laptop. And bills need to be paid, and Stuff transferred over – new mailing address, power bill.
Little pains. Yeah huh. Here's the thing, though. The phone was ringing. Moak phoned us a few times, and it rang away, and Kurt, Moak and myself wondered where it could possibly be ringing to. We checked the phone every day.
I waited for my internet package. And then, today, I pushed the connector so it actually went into the phone, and here i am, world. Connected again, although it took about two weeks to figure out that we were connected all along. Duuuuuuuuuuuuork. Still waiting for the internet connection, though. If there's work to be had, i want all over it.
Anyone, incidently, know how to fix a telephone jack? 
