Everything Works!

But first ...

If you are a reader of Rob Rummel-Hudson's blog, then you already know about his remarkable little girl Schuyler, and that his book about their journey together, Schuyler's Monster, has been published this week by St. Martin's Press. I just finished it, and it was really wonderful. I just thought everyone in the world should know.

Okay, now about meeeee.

I got up early this morning for a possible 8 to 11 cable visit (and, let's be frank, because I wake up early every damn day), and he arrived around 10. A rather amusing fellow. Anyway, we have a new cable modem, I now have HD TV in the family room, and we have that cable company telephone thingy, but with the same phone number we've always had. And it works! It all works! He was gone a little after 11.

I made sure to clear all the clutter away from the wall in the two places I was pretty sure he'd have to work, but no, he didn't go to either of those spots. He did need to reach the telephone outlet in another corner, one that is literally three feet deep -- hey, maybe more -- in furniture and clutter. Shortly after I realized this, he said he had to get something from his trunk, and as soon as he left the room, I charged the corner, and began tossing things back over my head onto the couch until he could reach what he needed. When he came in, he said something like he hoped I hadn't done that just for him, which made me chuckle. Anyway, he finished up (and it all worked!) and then I pretty much just filled two trash bags with a lot of the stuff that was there that I totally didn't need.

My first call on the new phone line was to the audiologist, to see if my hearing aids were back from the shop, as it were. There were in, but he said he wanted to check them over, and he'd call later and I could get them in the afternoon. Lookin' good.

I had lunch with the Chum, always pleasant, and do you know what I ate? I HAD A BACON LETTUCE AND TOMATO SANDWICH. And yet I live. I'll let you know tomorrow how that all .. er .. worked out.

Home, hanging with K, who is on a kick to watch as many classic movies as she can that she's never seen, and she was in the middle of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, always a fave of mine. Those five tones are the cell phone ringtone I always want (and can never find.) At which point I realized that if the audiologist had called, we would never know, because I forgot to set up the new voice mail. So I did that. And then he called. And I went to pick up my hearing aids. And guess what?

THEY WORK!

So, yay, and god, everything is so loud! Yeah, I know.

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