I'm back!!!
21 November 2012
I’m back again! Yeehaaa!!!
No more Internet-Interruptus for me!
After more than 24 hours in the black hole that is “no-internet-connectivity”,
I am once again hooked up to my main line.
And like a junkie deprived of the good drugs, after a period of enforced
abstinence, I am now gorging myself on the ready supply of bandwidth at my
eager fingertips. Blood is coursing
through my veins and I am happily surfing the net again. Checking a virtual plethora of e-mails and
replying to them, as well as my Facebook and Blog pages. How dependant one becomes.
Years ago, I would have not
missed it at all and would have coped very well. However, nowadays, not so much. I suspect that I am not alone and that many
of us feel the same. I can kind of
equate it to not having a car. You know
that feeling when your car is booked in for a service and you haven’t got your
wheels. And all of a sudden, you have a
million little jobs and errands to run. It
reminds one yet again how isolated you can become without certain things we
normally take for granted. The same goes
for the telephone and cell phone too.
They are lifelines to all of us.
But, of all the things I missed
the most, my blog is first and foremost.
It felt a bit like I’d been cheated and robbed of my daily fix. How rude!
Despite this, I filled my time very adequately with other
obsessions. It is market season at the
moment. No, not fruit and veg type of
market. Christmas market - those very
same Christmas markets that seem to sprout up around just about every corner at
this time of the year. Most of them have
a common thread – the Church, and in particular, the NG Church. I think it is their biggest source of income
and revenue and helps them to add substantial amounts to the church coffers
every year.
But fun though the crafting is,
it generally demands a huge amount of time.
Not to mention the effort. I am
not scared of either and thoroughly enjoy it.
Yet it is tiring and exhausting work.
I only slept a total of four hours last night and I’m feeling exceptionally
sluggish today. Kind of like I’m trapped
under layers and layers of cotton wool and I just can’t seem to break
free. Sounds appear hollow and I know
for a fact that I’m moving in slow motion.
Perhaps driving today was not such a good idea. One night of little sleep, is not the end of
the world, and in general I cope exceptionally well with it – not requiring a
huge amount of sleep to function, and function well at that. However, I’ve had many consecutive nights of
little sleep and the effect seems to be exponential. It is a feeling that transports me back to my
student years, when cramming and pulling an all-nighter before an exam was the
order of the day. And I must say big-up
to the Chinese or whoever invented it, because sleep deprivation is a
killer. As a form of torture it is
surely unparalleled and probably makes waterboarding seem quite tame by
comparison. However truth be told, waterboarding
doesn’t sound like a whole pile of fun either.
Perhaps we could call it a truce between the two and say that they’re
even-stevens with regards to torture-ability, as I’m certainly not offering my
services as a guinea pig to test my little theory. I can also vouch for the fact that all three
of my kids are masters at the art of enforcing sleep deprivation on me. Perhaps it is a hidden and latent talent that
starts forming in the womb, because from day one they were pro’s. And as far as I know they never received any
training in the field. So it really is a
more natural ability or maybe a gift, depending on your outlook. Quite possibly it is just as well that they
haven’t discovered waterboarding yet. Chances
are they’d be good at that too.
Being at the mercy of Telkom
whilst I was unconnected was also rather peculiar. Firstly it is a major achievement if you
actually get to speak to a real person. A
call to them necessitates a whole bunch of computer-voice prompted responses
and pushing of buttons. You know how
annoying those can be. “If the telephone
you are calling from, relates to your query, please press 0. If you wish to report a fault, press 1. For problems with your ADSL line, press 2. For online technical support, press 3.” TEDIOUS!!!
It took about 3 minutes just to speak to a real person, not a
computer. It probably would have been
sooner, had it not been for the fact that they kept on repeating the mantra “Please
note that for security purposes, your call might be recorded” – over and over
and over again. I mean, seriously! I am but merely logging a fault and trying to
ascertain some technical support. It is
not as if I will be disclosing the location of WMA’s in Iraq.
Alas, the bottom line is, that I am
good to go again. Thanx Telkom, you have
restored my faith.
And on a lighter note, my comment
about Internet-Interruptus, reminds me of the time, my Dad suspended chemo for
a few weeks, as he had to go up to the Grahams Town Festival to perform with
the Blues Broers. He made a decision to
take a brief reprieve from treatment in order to have a bit of fun. I think he probably knew by then that the end
was inevitable, not avoidable. Perhaps he
was looking forward to his Grahams Town swansong so to speak. There was much banter by all of us as well as
the Hospice nurses about Chemo-Interruptus.
A sort of tongue in cheek reference to an ancient form of birth control,
called Coitus-Interruptus. Which for
those of you not in the know, is basically the rhythm method of birth control.
Which brings me to my
brother-in-law Robin. I’ve heard him say
this little nugget of truth a few times:
What do you call people who practice
the rhythm method of birth control?
Parents! Ha-ha-ha!!!
Too true.
SO delighted to have you back - miss my daily dose first thing when I wake up EVERY morning! Read an old one just to ensure I get my dose!
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