The Office Superstore
I've struck a mammoth deal with the architects upstairs where we just mooch off their wireless Internet and split the bill every month. Somehow this works out to being like $3.50 per person per month, which is a good deal, barring that there are no huge bandwidth problems like when I try to set-up a download queue of the 8 best Kevin Costner movies.
So here are the things LC and I did this weekend, when, just after the architects packed their car and took off for Virginia Beach, the power flickered, and the router reset, and, trying but failing to break into their living room to fix the modem, we were left, for the entire weekend, with no Internet:
- I built a compost pile; LC dug, fertilized, and planted a 4x10 garden
- I read The Bear by William Faulkner; LC read The Road by Cormac McCarthy
- I beat (finally! finally!) the Water Temple and got the Master Sword; LC wrote all her lesson plans for the next month
- I ran ten miles; LC did not
- I got an extraordinarily large amount of writing done; LC painted a Dodo on a canvass the size of one of our biggest walls
- We went to a wine tasting, watched the Friday night concert series, and saw Who Killed the Electric Car?
- (spoiler alert! I did! I killed it!)
- We made long lists of things to Wikipedia
- I cracked the code: Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain is a straight up sample of Pepe Romero's Concierto de Aranjuez
- I bottled a 5 gallon batch of beer; LC made me put up drapes
- I built a Japanese (I think) rock and sand garden; LC watched as the neighborhood cat pooped in it
The Internet is back now, with all it's wonder, and from my desk of comfort I fondly look back at the time when we did not have its numbing convenience, and when things needed to be done, were somehow done.
Correction: Pepe Romero was not the composer of Concierto de Aranjuez. Joaquin Rodrigo is the composer. Joaquin Rodrigo.