Can We Talk?

Evidently not. This will be short because the internet is down, and the phone has such background noise that it’s hard to carry on a conversation. We are the redheaded stepchildren of communications out here. The phone lines are old, and need replaced, but the area is too sparsely populated to make it viable for the companies to consider it. Wet weather usually takes it out. We are happy for the rain, so will just deal with what is, for now. A few years ago, during the last really flood year, the underground line was in water so they just hung it on the fence for a couple of years before reburying it.

Today, the internet is out, and the service folks aren’t sure when they will get a technician out here so I’m writing on an unfamiliar laptop and Bruce will take it to town to send this message, Hope the editor proofreads it before press time. This is like driving a stranger’s car or riding an unfamiliar horse.

The internet is always slow. No fiberoptic available; again, a low population density issue. Often, we get sent large files that won’t download, which is inconvenient, since Bruce is a county commissioner.

Our cell service is spotty. Sometimes we have to drive to the hilltop in order to get signal, but on a good day we still have to stand on the deck to get enough bars to send or receive.

Oh, and our county road is partly white rock which means dust, which fills up the door to the gas cap on our vehicles so the push button opener won’t work. Needless to say, our vehicles always are the ones which tempt parking lot artists to write, “wash me” on the windows, We seldom bother to wash; it just gets messy the next trip through dust or mud, But as a family member once said, “I’d rather live in the country and have a dirty car than live in town.”

Radio signal is sketchy out here too, so it’s pretty quiet at our house. Not a bad thing. Quiet is rare in today’s world. It’s not really quiet anyhow. We still have the wind, the birds, coyotes, and the neighborhood spray plane.

Hope you all find a few minutes of quiet this week, even if it means driving out t