One more day, and we should have internet back… as it is, I’m on a signal in a state house building in Augusta, where I’ve joined my parents for a confirmation hearing for my dad, who has been nominated or whatever for the position of LURC commissioner… also on my dad, the May issue of DownEast magazine has a picture of him as part of an article on the land trust, p 64 — he’s the one without a dog.

So, I’m in Augusta, my sister is somewhere east of South Bend, Indiana, at this point, barrelling towards Maine after avoiding, quite possibly, the weirdest internet/real life conjunction possible…. her check engine light began flashing in Omaha, where I happen to have internet friends (who like dogs!) and had offered their phoen number in case of emergency or otherwise, and literally, she was thisclose to having to call them, but it’s kate, so manna from heaven fell into her lap and she was on her way in an hour and $100 bucks. I mean, on her way after having Dave give her some tech support, and such, but still, how odd would THAT have been, to have MY internet friend (that I’ve not met IRL) host my sister and her dog? Hee.

The lack of internet is what precipitated the dismantling and cleaning of the fridge yesterday, I’m pretty sure. Or nesting, but it seems early for that. The fridge was taken apart, washed, bleached, and reassembled in a more user-friendly manner. Woohoo.  We also raked out the dead stuff from the flower beds, and mixed up some topsoil and manure and spread that in the main beds, and uhh, yeah, that’s the extent of my gardening expertise (and that was based on the suggestion of Amy…).  We did get a lot done this weekend, regardless, so lack of internet isn’t THAT bad.

But it sure is nice to check my email.