Okay, so I plan on going on a bit of a rant this week. Yes, I realize I didn't post last week due to a complete lack of cooperation all forms of technology.
It all started with new carpet... new furniture... and a dream of great things to come. Our entire lives were disrupted. A feeling of being completely out of control and disorganized due to a constant moving of furniture did lead to a flared temper or two but nothing real serious. The future looked bright! The new carpet is stunning and our new bedroom furniture brought a smile to Tammy's face. The 50" television fit so perfect in the corner of the living room (not to mention the true blessing of having a great TV in our bedroom) and the brilliant work of my lovely bride setting up the surround sound that truly creates a feeling of being right in the action... no matter what the tele is playing!
And so the sun seemed to be shinning bright in the Flores home...
But then, one by one, that evil Murphy came knocking.
First, my Directv would not "communicate" with the that big. obnoxious thing that hangs on the side of my house. No TV. I realize that many of you out there are spiritual giants that can go without television but I have yet to attain that kind of holiness. More important, I must have my football. It was Friday night and I knew I had until Sunday to come up with a plan. Apparently those at Directv don't work late at night (or was it early in the morning?) and I had to wait until Saturday to contact an actual person. There is nothing more frustrating than that... that... let's say "witch" that works for every company in the world (and GPS voice) as their automated menu. I can't push O enough times to get rid of her. She's out to get me... no I'm NOT paranoid.
I learned it would be two weeks before they could fix my television... the dream had become a nightmare.
Due to my (slight) obsession with technology I was able to use the internet to watch programs (including football) through my computer, onto my big screen, and utilize my wonderful surround sound. (Did I mention what a great job my wife did hiding the speaker wire and hanging the speakers?) Life was good once more - the nightmare was over... or so I thought.
A blackout zapped my wife's computer sending it into the dreaded blue screen that I finally learned meant I would have to mail it off to Samsung. Two weeks. A mini-nightmare. I still had my computer and began to use it as my new television until, yes, you guessed it, some weird, bizarre force (I hate you Murphy) broke the wireless button and I could no longer get on the internet AT ALL. In the shop; no computer with an HDMI; the weekend was coming; how would I be able to watch football? (Semi-colons used due to my hatred of coordinating conjunctions. Don't worry, no grammar lesson to follow; it would be rude during a rant like this one.)
I spent the week after getting over bronchitis starting and finishing season 1 of Under the Dome. Great show in case you're interested. I love King and have started reading The Shinning again since part two comes out on Tuesday (I pre-ordered it). But I digress...
Then I learned that there is no way Welcome to Utopia will be ready by October 1st for the e-book contest by Writer's Digest. I figured the chances of that becoming reality were real slim anyway. It just "adds" to my week by Mr. Murphy. He can take his law and shove it!
We are still looking at a 2013 release... more to come once I get the manuscript back and begin to realize what I need to do to bring you the very best product.
Anyway, back to my diatribe ( I love that word). I went to Rent-A-Center to get a computer for this week so I could watch football. I walked away empty handed. You know it's bad when you can't get RAC to rent you something. Yes... I felt like a loser.
Late last night I traveled to my parents house and borrowed a computer from them. Nothing better than having mommy and daddy rescue you. At least this time it didn't involve bail money. Or that "look" of quiet disappointment. And so, regardless of whether or not the current computer continues to work after kickoff in just over 15 minutes I truly am blessed.
Side Note: Am hoping the ghost of Walt Whitman will shine down on me. Hey, just like the Bud Light commercial says - it's only weird if it doesn't work.
Until next week... God Bless.