black wire

Life at the blue house continues to be very good. N. & I went to Café 50s’ in Santa Monica again on Friday night for dinner (although the place is beginning to get on our nerves) and then we went to see “Jonestown: The Life and Death of Peoples Temple” (more on that later). Saturday night we went to a retirement dinner at Fuller Seminary for one of the professors Nicole works for. Sunday we went to a most pleasant Sunday brunch at Jeff and Jessica’s place.

So that’s great! But I’m still virtually cut off from most of the people I know. The only telephone at home is Nicole’s cell phone, and I avoid talking on cell phones whenever I can. I have e-mail access at work, but from the moment I arrive I don’t stop moving. There’s always a pile of time-sensitive tasks to take care of and if I lunch at my desk people just stop by to ask questions or to give me more work.

Two weeks ago a cable t.v./internet/phone company guy made an unscheduled visit to the blue house. Like the last three guys who visited, he didn’t understand why one of his co-workers hadn’t dropped a cable down from the telephone poll and connected it to our house. The company blames the contractors, the contractors say it’s the company’s responsibility.

It’s all very boring and frustrating. The good news is that he had a cable with him and, with my help, he ran it from the telephone poll to our house.

So now we have a coil of black wire attached to our roof. We are scheduled to have another of these fine people visit and finally hook us up to cable t.v./internet/phone access this weekend. That’s the idea anyway.