Wed.

Beware of the BIG WHINE. After spending over a week without internet access, without phone except
cell service, mostly trapped and sleep deprived in a small dark apartment with
someone with limited mental access to the real world, I’m nearly speechless myself. When the phone guy called (while I was out
and on my cell) to tell me that we had a dial tone, I could hardly wait to get
back and log on. When I got there and
picked up the receive, it was stone dead, nothing, NADA.. and so I waited, another
day.  Then, out of the blue, the phone
rang. Get this; it was a survey, by the phone company, to see
how we liked their service. They called
twice… Same thing. Finally I’m
connected, at 28.8 bps. I haven’t had
service this slow in at least four years. But, it’s something. My cell
phone has been collecting my email, at snails pace, and it was a pretty fine
thing to have. It’s almost as fast as
this dial up. End of whine, maybe.

Last Monday night, I finally made it to a local S&
B. Beth had emailed me before I left
home and given me directions to the Barnes & Noble meeting place.

  thanks Beth!

What’s better than to be able to meet like
minded people when you are feeling out of place and homesick to boot. You can check out Betsy’s blog for some pics
of the evening. I managed to get
absolutely nothing done. I frogged back
twice on the gold shawl. When I called
it a night I had just discovered a forgotten pattern row, eight rows back. This morning I got it back on track. Thanks, for having me.

I’ve worked on and off on the Flower Basket shawl. It should have been long done by now. I actually did try to moblog a pic of it last
week and thought that it had downloaded, only to find out when I just checked, that
it wasn’t there. Aside from that, there
just wasn’t any opportunity to blog. Now
that I can, I’m realizing that nothing has been going on, at all. I’ve read a book. That’s it. I walk as much as I can, as often as I can break away. I’ve made it to the beach for a few minutes
during several walks. I’ve walked across
lots of bridges, seen evidence of incredible wealth (by the looks of the luxury
yachts that are moored everywhere, and driven in more traffic than rush hour in Boston. Tomorrow, I have the opportunity to take a
water taxi to South Beach for the day. I’m going. Thunderstorms are predicted. I’m still going.