Sometime last night our modem broke so I’m going to have to wait and copy this from Word into my blog once we get a new modem. Tom had already crashed when I got up and he left a note saying he hoped to have us back online today, but if not we would have to wait till Monday. Knowing how unlucky we are, I’m not counting on getting back online till Monday. It’s a good thing I’m not expecting anything from Nane over the weekend, assuming she’ll be spending every second of it with her boyfriend. Watch, though, with my shit luck she’ll contact me for some reason. Oh well. I did say I was going to make her wait on me for once, didn’t I? So she’ll just have to wait for a reply if there are any messages from her waiting for me.

What I wonder is how bad this is going to hurt us, and if we really will be back online by Monday. I doubt it. I guess I’m really going to get my way with making Nane wait on me after all, even though I didn’t expect to hear from her till Tuesday. Either way, the more I think about it the more I’m afraid this isn’t going to be a simple fix and that it could be the start of something really bad. You know, sort of like what happened in 2007.

I just up and asked Tom and he said the worst-case scenario is it takes 3-4 days for them to send us a new modem which may explain why I haven’t had any nightmares.

Best case scenario, which rarely happens to us, he goes down to the AT&T store and gets a new modem that they let us bill to our next bill.

For now, I think it’s safe to say I’ll be doing an awful lot of writing this weekend.

But maybe not. Tom just came in and said he spoke to them and they said to go to their store, pick up a new modem (assuming ours is in stock) and we can have it billed. This is nice and all that, but still, it’s an extra $100 we don’t need to be spending any time too soon.

Boyfriend or not, it will be interesting to see if Nane at least logs onto Facebook over the weekend if we really get back on soon enough. As I’ve learned, if a certain friend’s picture appears on the sidebar, they’ve at least logged in recently enough, especially if their picture keeps reappearing. Tammy’s picture hadn’t shown up for days which doesn’t surprise me since she’s usually on more on the weekend, and Nane wasn’t online at all yesterday from what I could tell.

Later…

OMG, it only turned out to be a $10 power supply failure! Since when is anything up there so damn nice to us??? I wish all our problems could be so short and sweet, though we still don’t need even a 10-dollar problem.

I am in what’s probably one of the best moods I’ve been in in a long time and it’s not because he got a job or because I won anything big. Let’s just say that up until a few hours ago I was convinced I had nothing left to look forward to in life. Then Tom and I dared to toss some very bold ideas around, and our adventurous side that’s been itching to resurface once again began to emerge. A seed was planted. One I am determined to somehow cultivate with or without the pension or any big wins! It’s just who we are – drifters, adventures – who haven’t stayed in the same place for more than a few years during our adulthood and probably never will.

Visions of coconut palms dance through my head!

If we can get the 20K we’re at least slightly hopeful for, we may buy a used toy trailer, dump most of our shit which I’m sick of anyway, and bust on out of this damn state. Then I can move to a whole new state I can hate just as much but maybe for a different reason – hee, hee – while experiencing a whole new place. Tom and I were cracking up over this, but it’s so true that I can find fault in just about ANY city, any state, any country, any PLANET!

The thought that there may be a way out, after all, has me grinning ear to ear and feeling more alive and hopeful than I have in a while, even if this isn’t something that’s going to happen next week or next month. But next year? I hope so!

We’d be cramped as hell and it may not be much fun, but we could live in the trailer till we got into a place somewhere, preferably a senior community, even if it’s just as renters.

My head says to stay put. It’s safer and maybe even smarter, too. My heart says fuck that shit and hello beaches, palm trees and year-round summery weather – woo-hoo!!!