Sunday
August 29, 1999  

Color me disappointed.

[And yeah, I know ... "disappointed" is not a good color for me. But then again, neither is BEIGE, and yet I seem to be wearing beige in EVERY SINGLE PHOTO taken of me this summer. Sheesh.]

So what happened, you ask? The second phone line thing didn't pan out the way I'd hoped. Phone Company Guy finally showed up around 6 p.m. on Friday night. He took one look at the antique wiring here in The Castle -- "How old IS this building?," he asked politely, glancing meaningfully at the ceiling -- and said that unless we want to shell out a big bunch of money for an electrician -- OR unless we want to go the two-tin-cans-and-string route -- we're going to have to settle for being a single phone line household. [He offered a more technical explanation than that, of course: the RJ11 system routers don't coagulate with the 2525 zager transformers. But the bottom line is that the second phone line wasn't gonna happen.] So I cancelled the order, and I thanked him for his time, and I showed him the door.

And that was more or less that.

Did I give in to a Boo Hoo Moment, once Phone Company Guy was gone? Of course. You know me. I sat here for a couple of minutes, feeling foolish and let-down and sorry for myselves. As ridiculous as it may sound, this was something that I wanted very badly ... and, even more importantly, it was something that *I* wanted to MAKE happen, without any help from The Other 50% of the Population. So when the whole idea went kablooey on me, I took a moment -- or eleven -- to wallow.

But then I started to look on the bright side. I got a one-day reprieve from Franz out of the deal! True, I spent most of it sitting here waiting for Phone Company Guy ... but a day off is a day off.

And I've got a groovy "new" laptop! [And even if it ISN'T plugged into cyberspace, I can still sit in bed at night and play "You Don't Know Jack."]

And now David and I have yet another reason to think about moving into a bigger place next year! [Maybe a place that was built ... ohidunno ... sometime before the dawn of mankind?]

And -- best of all -- I've got a fabulously thoughtful Significant Other who brings me ice water and rubs my feet ... even if I don't request it via instant message. [I've said it before, and I'll say it again: give me an honest-to-goodness, face-to-face, day-in-and-day-out IRL relationship over a sneaky, phone-card-and-P.O.-Box long-distance cyber affair ANY day.]

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