Or that’s how I see it. Since I am not writing to you from a coffee shop or laundromat or parking lot of a fast food chain I won’t eat in but will steal their wireless signal.
(Not really. We never got that desperate. But it was close.)
The phone line was cut, but the company has come out and run a line over the ground for a subcontractor to bury for us. Then Tom put together a jack and scuttled under the house to hook it up. (Before this, the cabin only had one phone that was…hardwired?…maybe? It has a big box next to it that is not a jack and it’s a rotary dial phone that we leased from Ma Bell in 1949.)
And just like that, BOOM! It’s 1997 again and I have DSL!
In all seriousness, I owe my husband a huge thank you for thinking of Internet and getting the ball rolling when the house was still in shambles and I was too stressed to contemplate dinner let alone ISPs. This was a cheap solution that ended up being a technical snafu and he patiently stuck with it. We have another week or so to decide if this will be sufficient or we can cancel the order no penalty. I think we’ll be firing up the PS3 and signing on to our Amazon Prime account in a little while.
Other big accomplishments today included re-installing three windows that needed glass replaced in them. We had already done the fourth, and easiest, before family came – a quick metal frame slide-in slide-out deal that is part of the front porch wall o’glass overlooking the lake. These last three were all single panes on large multi-paned windows. Two of them were on hinges to open, the last was in a traditional up-down open-close setting.
Why doesn’t someone hire me to write about glass professional, I wonder?
The hinges unscrewed (and re-screwed) pretty successfully. Tom did complain about the “patina of decay” on the old brass screws but not enough to warrant replacing them. The last one, the double-hung window (see! I totally know stuff!), he had to chisel out some of the frame and unscrew the runners.
Hmm…evidently today’s big accomplishments were all done by Tom. Hurmph. Well, I handed him screws. And I shopped and washed bras and prepared corn for freezing but that’s another post. The corn, not the bras. Instead my blogging accomplishment today is to tell you HOW one of those panes of glass was broken.
Sometime while I was in college, a mother raccoon broke into the cabin during the winter. I’m sure it happens frequently and I’m actually surprised when I stop my frantic cleaning and look around this place that it’s still even standing when I think how little care it’s received in it’s lifetime. Or maybe that’s the secret to maintaining a 1909 cabin – don’t actually live in it.
ANYWAY. We know it was a mother raccoon because the person we hire to “open” the cabin for us in the spring came and found one very big angry raccoon with several small, less angry raccoons.
Unfortunately the mother raccoon was too angry and defensive of her lovely home. She was shot with a rifle outside the cabin, creating a bullet hole in one pane of glass. Once she was no longer a threat, the babies were taking to a rehabber, the bullet hole patched with scotch tape, and the cabin slowly emptied of all things the mother raccoon had made into bedding during her stay.
Although I am sad to report the death of an animal, this quite possibly was the best thing to ever happen to the cabin. It got new beds, new chairs, and a new sofa to replace the one that was originally in the cabin when they purchased it. In 1950-whatever. That sofa was asthma in rose print.
I still have my grandmother’s handwritten letter describing the replacements and costs to her homeowner’s insurance. I have no idea why replacing the glass was not handled at the same time all the furniture was replaced. No one even replaced the scotch tape in all this time.
In the very back of an old closet I found a two pieces of cardboard taped together to make a sandwich. In Gma’s cursive across one side it read, “Pane of Glass”. Stretching the tape and prying the cardboard revealed whatever was in there was also wrapped in old newspaper.
I sent it to the company along with the windows. I hope they got a kick out of the newspaper. I’m sure it was worth more than the glass. Except to me.