Sunday January 21 - 2007

Papa goes around himself

You know, it took 37 seconds from typing this heading to it was finnished on the Screen.

37 seconds. Cursor just hanging there. Did not even laugh at me.

Well, my regular readers know I’ve had a hell of a time with my broadband connection lately and firstly. And when Words on top of that starts to tease me, I took my first round. Around my own body.

On Friday, I drove Anna to a women party, 25 miles away from here. From the south eastern part of inner Oslofiord to the western side. Snow on the roads there. Nothing on our side.

Well back again in the home office, I turned on my TP. Crossed my fingers.

Am I on net, or not. Not. Restart. Not. Restart. Yes. Yes. Yes.

First thing: read and comment blogger friends newest posts.

90 (12 seconds from typing to showing on screen) minutes later.

Error messages: Weak or no internet connection. NO-NO-NO

Repair prosess: Once, twice. No help. Walk, walk walk--->

Turned off the Modem.

Went into the kitchen. Said hallo to the cats. Gave them some more Pollock (white fish).

Turned around the corner. Into the entrence hall. Into the livingroom. Then the passage into the office. Scanned some old paper photos from Brasil. Beach Buggy and sandboard tour.-->

Once again talked with the cat.

Mioo mweei mweeia – Why you go so rentless?

Mhoo mhee? Who? Me?

I ran into the office. Plugged in the modem. I’ll give you three chances, I thought.

-One - No

-Two – Guess

-Three – Yess

Continued reading and posting comments.

Then my turn. Lifecruisers challenge: Dirty Friday. Hm, hm. Ok, then. I had committed.

Type, type, type in a hurry. Post and let go. All the time eyes on that rascall of a Modem.

Successful.

Time to upload photos (max 10 a day, as free member to FT).

Interrupt – new error message. Heck. Plugged out the cord from the Modem.

Started to walk around again.

TV? OK then. Zap-zap-zap through 27 channels. Nothing. New zap-zap round. Evening papers. Cats asleep. Stopped with an English crime series. Watch half awake.

Made me some slices of olive bread. And some eggs. And some San Pellegrino.

Then turned in to a circular walk in the kitchen. Looks like unca Scroogie had been there.

Riiing, riiing. Phone called. That was Anna: can you come and pick us up?

Yes I said, I’m comming.

Popped into the office. Plugged in the powercable.

-I’ll give you one more chance, or out you go, I said very determined to the Modem.

Refreshed my Yahoo! Mail Food for women-->

Yezz, yezz, I’m live on the net.

Did some Photouploading and commented a couple of others shots.

Then on the road again….

Wake up at 11:30 am on Saturday. First thing: Shopping. Anna gave me the list and her Banking card. (Can you believe how fast she forgets)

Back home to Brunch. Olive bread, shrimps, goatmilk chees and fried quail-eggs (sic).

Mango Juice.

Strolled into the office. Result: Spinning around again. I’ll think I nearly fainted.

- Sit down said Anna.

- Yes, yes, ok, I replayed.

- Half watching some cross-country ski national championship. Favourites won.

- In to the office again

- Yes, it works

For 35 minutes. Had a shave. Then a a shower. Used the body soap in the hair and the shampoo on my body.

On the net again. Some ups and downs. Didn’t give up.

What is it, am I insane?

Oh No – we was invited to Diane’s 40 years celebration (You know RennyBA’s wonderful wife from Upper NY state). --------> Diane

Even the Modem has been exited about this occasion (I hope)

Have a great Sunday