As a long trip ends the thoughts of finally getting home take on a special quality. Some call it home sickness, some call it reconnecting, others just bask in the fond memories that it brings. Then you walk in the door and find all of the things that have gone wrong while you were gone, face a mountain of laundry that needs doing, bags that need unpacking, souvenirs that need a home. All of a sudden getting Home Again loses it luster.
After unloading i started plugging in everything that had been unplugged while we were away. That is when i realized that a few ‘electro gremlins’ had been hiding among our bags as hitchhikers and now were running wild.
First they convinced the Sirius Radio that it could not remember it’s presets, then it didn’t want to reset the presets, finally it got so confused that it just turned off and that was that. HO-Hum. Amazingly after a good nights sleep it sort of works (fm principal).
Next attacked was the weather station computer. If you noticed the weather bug on our blog has been blank for a number of days. Apparently we lost power during our trip and the computer that keeps the records and sends out the readings to the internet decided that it didn’t want to reboot. As i manually rebooted it the electro gremlins hypnotized it and made it think it was a pomegranate so it couldn’t find the weather station or the software for it. A few re-boots and all was well again.
The final and most devastating elector gremlin attack was on my trusty netbook.Suddenly it was not able to connect to the rest of the network. After two days of trying to find the missing connection i found a server app was not running. A simple check mark in the right place and all was well in Tron Ville.
Well i thought all was well. Tuesday morning Beatrice came upstairs and was not a happy camper. Apparently, in a state of exhaustion, the night before she had scooped up any cloths that looked like they needed washing and threw them in . including the pants i had been wearing that day, and in the one pocket she didn’t check was………….
Have i ever told you what an un-important person i am????? I can leave my cell phone on, in my pants pocket, for days on end and not get a call. And if i do get one it usually is a wrong number……
OK so you guessed what was in the pants pocket. If you ever want to strain your eyes and maximize your frustration all at the same time try disassembling a cell phone, and then put it back together. Drying the circuit board was easy but the LCD display was another story. A trip to the Verizon store in town held the answer, which is pictured to the left.
NO NO!!!!! The answer is NOT throw the phone away and carry a bag of instant rice!!!!!! I mean really, who would answer the wrong number calls?????? Truth is that buried in that instant rice is my cell phone which is having all of the moisture sucked out of it. Well i hope it is.
BUT there is good news. The slight frost we had did not kill our eggplants (there is one with your name on it Possum, along with a genuine NH Rock), or peppers, or carrots.