It is almost 8pm and the phone guy is still here. At least I know it wasn’t some hair-brained thing I did and he won’t just flip a switch and say, “You just had this hooked up wrong. That will be 99.00 please.”
It is amazing how completely cut off we are when our phones and emails aren’t accessible. As much as we can know we are dependent on them, only when there is no communication with the outside world does it come home, this addiction to connection.
Yesterday I was out on a sailboat with a man I loved. We anchored in a harbor overnight at Treasure Island and underneath San Francisco’s amazing new Bay Bridge. Herons, pelicans and this amazing light-filled work-of-art bridge of ours was right overhead. You would think that nobody in their right mind would want to be connected to anything except that moment. In between pelicans splashing I would go below to check my phone and turn on Pandora for a “little bit of night music”. I still needed the connection, wondering what might happen if I truly dropped out.
Today when I returned to dry land, all my internet and phone “towers” were blinking as if they were teasing me. Red lights flashed, green ones sped up and down the front glowing, disappearing and clearly having a techno-seizure. I knew it didn’t look good. The worst part was that calling India would be my only recourse. Surely enough, after India, I was routed back stateside and tonight, my knight in shining armor arrived with his tool belt and his bright orange telephone company shirt and gave me back my longed-for connection.
While I was helpless and alone, I took care of non-techno things that had been screaming for my attention while I was too busy connecting. My Brita is now free of deadly mold, summer clothes are put away awaiting California’s summer warmth, and my fridge is “Mom-worthy”. Not bad for a disconnected soul, but I am here to say that I am glad to have it all back so that every time I wonder about something, I can Google it and KNOW!