We are- temporarily, at least- back up and running here at Deafening Silence. The future remains uncertain, but for now we've caught a lucky break.
And a quick lesson:
Our computer remained at the shop for over a week. Evening after evening, we would call the repairman only to hear: Nope, we don't know what's wrong with it yet.
Fear of the eventual repair bill hovered over our heads like a storm cloud. We talked endlessly about how to come up with the money and at what price it would be No Longer Worth It to even have a pc, or a blog, or even an Internet connection.
In a desperate bid to diagnose the problem, the shop called at midweek and asked us to bring over the speakers, keyboard and all attendant cables. I packed them into two canvas tote bags and my husband took them over.
He returned smiling. Not because the problem had been solved, he said, but because "I think God just taught me a lesson."
As he stood in line with the two overstuffed bags, fretting about money and grumbling to himself about the repair delays, he noticed the customer just ahead of him. It was a very small, elderly man- my husband guessed he was around 90- whose English bore a strong Eastern European accent.
As my husband watched, nursing his own worry and irritation, the man extended a hand across the counter.
It was then he saw the numbers tattooed on the man's wrist.
It felt like a dope-slap from God, he told me later.
Note to self: Don't sweat the small stuff.
This definitely makes great sense to anyone...
Posted by: netbook | October 29, 2011 at 02:20 AM