My nemesis, Charter-Spectrum has decided we need to return the ancient dead modem we had. The only problem? The technician took it when he left. Why they want it is baffling. It’s more than a dozen years old and it doesn’t work.
Which they know because that’s why we have a new modem. Oddly, even though we practically had to shake down the tech to get him to replace the old with the new, it’s a huge improvement. We aren’t having all those little outages. Which they had assured us had nothing to do with our having an ancient modem that wasn’t suitable for the faster wi-fi we are getting.
What do they plan to do with it? Museum?
This is the second letter from them threatening to charge us for UNRETURNED EQUIPMENT if we fail to produce the old modem. I called them about this twice (so far) and each time, I’m was assured it has been taken care of except next day or the day after, another letter arrives with a threat in bigger letter — and in terrifying scarlet! It’s only a matter of bizarre curiosity that makes me wonder how much they would charge us for an ancient, dysfunctional modem.
Meanwhile Garry got his very own iPhone. It is a 12 mini. Then I ordered the Otterbox case and a magnetic charger. Owen had a spare screen protector. No one includes the 20-volt power adapter you need to make your charger work, I had a couple in my night table draw. Both were left over from two Kindles I bought and neither was ever used. I think I’m now officially at ground zero for spare 20-volt power adapters. Or maybe not.
Garry is officially part of the 21st century with his own iPhone and soon, new hearing aid. Only one aid. His “good ear” has stopped being good. He can’t hear anything in it, even with an aid. In theory he could have the surgery (again) for the other ear, but I think (like me), he’s had enough surgery. As he said: “I’ve been living with one working ear for a while. It’ll do.”
I got the refund from Mint Mobile. This put my balance back where it belongs, so I spend part of the day buying stuff. Not exciting stuff. A bathroom scrubber. Cellulose sponges and Swedish cellulose dish rags which can be washed. When they are finally too beat up to use, they can be tossed in a composter. If you have one. We do not have a composter because we have acres of woods which effectively are a huge composter in which oak trees grow.
Last Saturday I opened a bar of bird suet and it appeared to be moving. It can be difficult to tell if it’s moving or my vision is wonky.
It was definitely moving with little white worms crawling around. Yecch, I said. I opened another and it too had it little white worms. The entire box was full of wormy suet bars. I was going to throw them out, but Owen pointed out that the birds would think this was fresh meat for their winter barbeque. In the end, they got maybe a dozen 11-ounce bars of suet.
Ever since, it has been party hearty on the back forty. The doves hired a band. Every bird that likes bugs — other than finches — are out there. I’m glad they are enjoying it because suet is expensive. The bugs in it are supposed to be dead, not moving.
Life in the country has inured me to accepting many things that would have totally grossed me out before we moved here. Now, I get it. Worms are food. Not my food, but yummy for our feathery friends. Probably also food for the fat woodchuck who lives under the hedge.