I hardly know where to start. Maybe itís best not to think or talk about today at all. I wouldnít want to live through it again, although it had its high points. Things didnít start well, though.
In fact, the horror that was today began last night. Some time last night my phone stopped working again. When the phone guy was here last weekend, he hinted that maybe there was more work to be done, and he was right. This time there was a loud drone in the line, but it wasnít a dial tone. I know that because I couldnít dial out, and it turns out that nobody could call in, either, without getting a busy signal.
I donít know when it happened, but I discovered it after midnight. First thing this morning I visited the phone companyís repair web site. They confirmed the problem and let me schedule the work for this afternoon, between 1 pm and 5 pm. That allowed me to get most of my morning errands done. And I already knew that I could use the fax line to make calls. Today I also figured out how to configure it so that I could receive both calls and faxes.
Somehow, in the middle of the afternoon, I discovered that my dial tone was back. I checked the answering machine and found four new messages, the earliest at 1 pm. I assumed that the repair work had been completed, but at 3:50 pm, the company truck pulled into my driveway.
The guy checked out my wiring and then went up on the pole. He called me from the top of the telephone pole and told me that he hoped my phone would keep working, but he was sending his cable guy out to do some outside work over the weekend. I said I hoped it kept working, too. But it didnít.
Around 4:30, the drone was back and the line was useless again. Thatís probably how it will stay until they come out and do the actual work that needs to be done. Their excuse has been that it looked bad, but not bad enough to need immediate repair. I beg to differ. This is not the time of year (or month or week) to be without the phone line.