On the Steps of the Super 8 I sat down and Wept!

This I wrote late Thursday night after three days of driving and three or four hours trying to get my stuff to work with their stuff. Looking back I realize just how tired I was then; ...just too stubborn to acknowledge the fact! =(

Yeah! It was a long, snowy, slushy day ...with unrewarding overtones. I have a feeling, (...or lack of!), that I’ll still have ‘driver’s cramp’ when I begin the second long drive of this adventure. What I need is a massage! Oh well, I guess that’s what it’s like to be single and unkneaded. I was quite excited to have the opportunity to get a room with wireless internet access! I’ve had both the time and opportunity to connect on this trip, but, regrettably, never both at the same time! I feel like such a pioneer, romping along in my ox-cart at 110 clicks, and no way to get in touch with the home folk.

All a-twitter with anticipation I hooked up the lap-top that my own Honey insisted I purchase, and, heart in mouth ...double clicked on Outlook! TAH-DAH!!!! .....”Windows cannot connect to the Internet”!!!! Freddy! Uncle Charlie! Kate! ....Now, as a new computer user, you may often assume that the fault is entirely your own, and 99% of the time you’ll be right. I took the safe bet. With my bare hands I clawed the soft-ware entrails from the brute! I must admit that, while I did feel somewhat better, Windows still could not connect. I phoned the front desk and enquired whether they might, upon rare occasion, have difficulties with their wireless network. My smug tone cast distain upon anyone whose wireless didn’t work nearly as well as my own. “Yes,” they assured me, “When a lot of people are using it, it’s hard to connect” I laughed airily as I hung up the phone, and immediately dissolved into what I can only describe as “un-Presbyterian” language. Had you heard that an iguana can hold its breath for 28 minutes? That’s the level of trivia the hotel TV offers me as I sit here inconsolable.

Too bereft to carry on at that point, I abandoned my room to seek solace with the wonderful ladies at the Husky gas bar. I sat through a huge steak, and innumerable coffee refills, and, thus fortified, rolled up my sleeves and prepared to do battle with the forces of Evil! Did you know that sloths move so slowly, that algae grows on them? More input from the television. In short, I had to use System Restore for my first and second times. That’s Microsoft for you, “Quality is job 1.1”. The first time they insisted that it hadn’t worked. They were correct. The second time, they insisted that it hadn’t worked, and it had!