Don't get me wrong; the power was on and doing its thing. But there was no internet signal. I spent the next hour dancing around the Wi-Fi router, starting and restarting, plugging and unplugging; eventually forced to call my village telephone company to have the internet specialist assure me that they were "getting an address".
An address. Hhmm. As in, the number of your house and the street upon which you live. Right? Apparently, in the fast-paced, and nebulous universe of the World Wide Web, an address helps your computer connect with all your favorite sites. No address, no nothing.
Which is what I currently had.
I heaved a sigh and began to come to terms with the idea that while I was toiling away at my 9-to-5 job, my dear old router passed away. I toddled off to the local electronics shop and bought a new one. With the price of a week's worth of groceries, I had guaranteed access to the increasingly necessary internet. Of course, I could bring my laptop into the office, and wire directly into the Ethernet cable. But that would still leave our "Smart" phones grasping for a signal out of our limited and humble 1 G of data per month. No, the solution was only to be met head on. A new router was the only way. Thank goodness my husband was good at making the little black plastic box work.
That's part of why I hate technology. I don't know how it works. I don't want to know how it works. I just want it to work. At the end of the day, technology is a tool. I can't imagine tapping my Amish neighbor on the shoulder and asking him how his scythe works. He'd probably look at me like I'd lost my marbles. I can hear him now.
"Uh, yah." He would say, "you hold it by the handle, and swing it back and forth."
I wish I could wave my laptop back and forth in front of me like my Amish neighbor's scythe, and be granted access to unlimited Internet surfing. Sadly, that will never happen. Conversely, my laptop has little or no effect on the weed problems at the farm. I suppose it's all about perspective, and humor.
Humor was especially important when that very night, my "smart" phone surfed the internet on its own, and drained its battery, leaving me to oversleep. I can see the headline now:
"Technology. Useful Tool, or Demonic Interloper?"