Bleisenbergs Without Internet, A Social Experiment: Week 2

Sequence of Events in the Quest for the World Wide Web Saga

1) Six weeks of “Hey, isn’t the Internet going really slowly? Why? WHY?”
2) One week of conspiracy theories
3) One phone call to the company
4) Prompt, although creepy, next-day service, as Kate gets home from work to find the guy sitting in a van in the driveway. He rolls down the window and demands to know a) Do you live here? and b) How old are you?
5) The modem is replaced, joy ensues
6) The modem cuts in and out in unpredictable cycles
7) Aaron works on the problem. All access to the outside world ceases
8) For like a week. Or more
9) Our computers are nothing more than expensive card decks for playing solitaire
10) **Late breaking news** Tonight: Aaron restores the settings to the factory default
11) It works, joy!
12) But still cruelly cuts out without warning. Sorrow!
13) Phone call #4 to the company: SOS
14) …to be continued

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In other, non-DSL service-related updates, Dylan had some kind of developmental breakthrough over the course of like 24 hours last week. She is talking a lot more (when Others aren’t present, of course) and able to say a lot more sounds. She is grumpy as all get out though, and really clingy. Unfortunately, she also had a fattening-up breakthrough and is now too heavy to be lugged around all the time. She’s still on the mend form her latest 3-weekly ear infection, so that may be a part of it. The past few days aside, she’s actually been so happy and playful lately, and sleeping really well. And dog and dada now sound like different words.

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Snuffy has some kind of gastrointestinal distress, which contributed to him and Dylan tagteaming us for much of last night. I think he’s getting better now as well, but that was ugly. Aaron is currently at the laundromat dealing with the fallout. Let us all take a moment now to thank Aaron.

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My cyst continued to participate in the tagteaming as well, and finally had to be drained today. This was not the kind of draining where you put in a needle and draw out the fluid. Oh no. It was more the kind where you cut my neck open with a scalpel and manually squeeze all the grossness out. Let us all take a moment now to shudder.

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Cysts aside, we had a really nice weekend. Just the right mix of friends and eating. Except Sunday, when Dylan was starting to get better and Aaron and I were both really starting to get sick. We all passed out at noon (naptime means naptime, you know), then Dylan woke us all up after an hour and Aaron and I both independently started counting the long hours until bedtime. Six.