I am still sans telephone and internet at home. Cogeco, our cable/telephone provider, has promised they will be out on Thursday to drop the aerial line and install our phone and internet. This after an ordeal yesterday in which they originally told me it wouldn’t be done for two weeks.
Me: Yeah, well, on October 1st, new people are going to be moving into our old apartment, where our telephone line is still currently installed. So what happens when they move in?
Cogeco: Oh, well, if they don’t call to have their own telephone line installed they would have access to yours.
Me: Riiiight. And you have me scheduled for, what was it, an October 8th installation?
Cogeco: Uh… yes.
So it went from there until they realized the consequences of what could happen if they don’t have our phone installed before the end of the month. A little slow on the uptake, but they’ve sworn to have everything fixed by Thursday of this week. Of course, they’ve said that before, so we’ll have to see what happens.
Although I am able to post these little updates to the website, I must reiterate that I don’t have access to my ian-rogers.com e-mail, due to our particularly potent firewall here at work. As such, I haven’t been able to read, much less respond, to any correspondence since last Thursday. So if you have written me and are wondering if I’m just too good to write you back, the answer is yes, of course, but I’m also experiencing ISP difficulties.
In other house news, Kat called to tell me we received our refrigerator today. You’ll recall last week’s episode when the original fridge arrived only for us to discover that it was too tall and didn’t fit under our kitchen cabinets. We had to send it back, pick out a new one, and have it delivered. We are still waiting on the rest of our bedroom set, the two couches for our den, and a coffee table we ordered from a local store call Knock On Wood.
Despite all the technical turbulence and furniture follies of the past few days, I was able to give “Temporary Monsters” a final polish and send it off to the Hardboiled Horror anthology. The editor, James Van Pelt, was kind enough to consider it even though it’s more than a few thousand words beyond the posted word limit. He made no promises — in fact, he said it would have to be pretty damn good considering it was pretty damn long (my words, not his) — but I’m just glad the story still has a chance. Even if it turns out to be too long, my hope is he’ll still have enjoyed reading it.
- Currently reading: "The Farewell Murder," by Dashiell Hammett