Alternate title: How I saved the internets.
I am back to my childhood home, sleeping in the bed that was mine most all my life. Well, the frame anyway, the mattress set is newer.
To back up a bit first… I spent Friday night in Columbus at the baths, which has become a favorite habit of mine when travelling on the road; an affordable place to rest in the most festive environment I can imagine. *eg*
Aside from that, I was fortunate enough to spend a good chunk of time with the stunningly handsome (lj-user: champdaddy). I am always happy to get to spend time with him on my travels home. Friday evening was dinner at curious place with incredible pizza. We shared an “All the Meats” pizza, and I had a Columbus Pale Ale. You will need to check with Champ for the name of the place; it escapes me. Something with ‘plate’ in the name…
Saturday, Champ and I spent the afternoon at an antique vendors’ market. Always on the tight budget, I kept my eye on the dollar bins at various vendors, looking for miscellaneous bling and cuff-links. I scored some major cuff-links.
More on that later…
Back to the title of the post:
As it turns out, my dad is becoming a good bit of a neat freak. It makes sense to me. Although he can get through most of the house, he is currently constrained to a wheelchair. With my mom going through radiation, she doesn’t have the strength to keep up on dad’s rehabilitation. As a result, Dad is impacting everything that is within his power. Hence a newly developed manifestation of OCD. LOL
The problem: my dad tends to clean and then think about what got put away or discarded. He moves stuff to get it out of the way, and then wonders if it was necessary.
This is how I returned home to a house without internet, and I should say that no one wants to live with my father when he doesn’t have internet; understandably, it is his source of information and access to the outer world.
Neither his new PC, nor his laptop, had internet for a few days. Once I realized that the new computer wasn’t that new, and it had internet access just a few days prior, I began prying my dad for what he did. I knew he changed something, but his brain doesn’t give up the goods easily. So in his need to make things tidy, he cleaned up all his cables and cords to his system. In the process, he hooked up a DSL filter, meant for the phone hook-ups, to the line that ran to the modem. Of course, once i fixed that, it still didn’t work. Now is a good time to offer further insight to my dad’s OCD. He zip corded all of his cables neat and tidy, except he tied them all to each other, instead of simply winding up the excess of each cord in a bundle in a separate bundle.
Once I conquered the ugliness of that map, I realized that he had plugged the ethernet cord from the modem into a port for a wired computer line instead of the modem port.
*bing*
And that is how I saved the internets and was heralded at home as a hero.
Yay! for holiday heroes!
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