Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
I am not, at bottom, a hard person to make happy. Company for dinner and a ride at sunset in a convertible (with She Sells Sanctuary blasting from the speakers) and life looks fine.
WISH ME LUCK on getting internet access back today. I’m not letting my cell phone out of my sight.
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When we moved into our house, it came complete with NO washer/dryer/dishwasher hook-up and cut telephone/cable lines. I nailed the site manager and got them working on the missing hook-ups. However, it seems the builder cut the wires coming into the house when they were backfilling. It took 2 months to get Bell and Rogers out here to put a temporary fix in, i.e. cables running across the front of our yard and the neighbours’ yard to the nearest junction box. Ironically, I had fought tooth and nail to get a lot without a hydro/cable/phone box. The problem was that everything was dealt with out of Toronto and they believed we lived in the country. It took a really long time (AND a lot of yelling) for them to understand, we lived in a prosperous sub-division in a relatively large city. To top it off none of our cell phones worked out here either. I tell you I felt like I was on a backwoods camping trip NOT moving into my dream home. I hope for a quick resolution to your internet problem.
Ah, how things change. When you are old waiting consists of waiting to see a specialist whilst taking copious quantities of pain medication.
A ride in a convertible is great at any time.