Mom was working on the plant in the back corner to add some additional back up plants near it. While she was digging she hit a root and put some muscle in to her shovel to break it up. Unfortunately the “root” turned out to be our cable connection. The cable connection that connects us to the InterTubes. Even better, we use Voice over IP phones so she took our non-cell phones as well. Mom had just sent us back to the primitive isolation of the 20th century. One redeeming feature was that she hadn’t brought the neighbors with us as well.
Mom called the cable company but they said they couldn’t get anyone out until Wednesday (I suspect a policy of putting people who cut their own cables as lowest priority). Mom being Mom, she decided that she would patch the cable enough to get us through until the official repair people showed up. She hopped in the car and took off on her mission. Of course, the timing was near pessimal and she had to hit three stores before she found one open with somewhat close to the necessary parts. Unfortunately they turned out to be not quite close enough so we spent the night cut off from civilization.
The next morning Mom was off at 9AM, when the stores opened, for more parts. She got better parts this time, Radio Shack being open. As soon as she returned, even though it was now raining, the splicing began…
After quite a lot of meticulous effort and false starts, and fiddling with volt meters, Mom did in fact succeed in patching our connectivity and that’s why you can read this message. I don’t expect it to last all that long, but it should certainly last at least a week or so, which should be plenty.