» This is the first entry I've ever written without an Internet connection. Feels weird. We're moving, so the ISP account was cancelled. Later I will find a connection and post this.
Early last night I was wandering the neighborhood, laptop in hand .. checking the strength of the various wireless signals I found there.
Lots of them. Only one was unsecured, but it's signal was too weak to sustain a connection.
So I started knocking on doors & ringing doorbells. You know .. like the neighbor who comes looking for a cup of sugar.
"Excuse me. I live right over there and we're moving next week, so our internet was canceled. Do you happen to have a wireless connection I could piggy-back on for a few days?"
Everybody seemed eager to help, but nobody could remember where they put their WEP password. I finally gave up waiting while they looked.
One guy said he gave his password to his neighbor. He called her to ask if she still had it, but she wasnt home, so he left a message. Lets hope.
Guess I could just run a 100-foot length of CAT5 network cabling over the fence from the neighbor's house. But I'm not that desperate. (Yet.)
None of the connections were very strong. And even the ones identified as 'good' (while standing in front of their house) .. would fluctuate.
Anyway, it feels weird to write this with no internet connection. I will not be able to search for and add related graphics & images. With writing, I've found .. you need to stay in practice .. to keep the gears oiled. Or they start to rust. So writing seems more important than posting. But an audience always adds the thrill of exposure.
Guinness Book of Records
I have moved (so far) 25 times since my 18th birthday. I grew up in the same house my whole life .. but after that » on the move. A rolling stone gathers no moss. This will be move 26.
Do you know anyone who has made more moves (.. since turning 18)? Nobody I know does.
I'm gonna call the folks at Guinness. Perhaps I qualify for an entry in their book of records. The Dog may have me beat, but the only 'Guinness' he cares about flows out of a chrome tap.
Every time I move, I gain more admiration for Gandhi .. who, when he died, had only 7 possessions. A bowl, a robe, a holy book, pair of sandals, bifocals and a couple other things.
Julie would limit her belongings to the things she could carry in 1 trip with her convertible VW bug (.. I thot that was cool) .. 'til she got that couch .. that green couch she loves.