No WiFi

We decided to go where no one has gone before; we are having to live without WiFi for a few days. That doesn’t count the connection to my Hub, after all, it’s not real WiFi. So instead of staring at our phones all day we now have to actually look at each other once in a while. I was afraid that Rosalie might wonder who I was and run away.

There are a few TV stations that we get with our antenna but you can’t rely on the reception or the content. The news is okay but mostly depressing and most of the other content is reality shows that are so unreal that they almost run into the comedy genre.

For the last few evenings we have sat out under the gazebo going through our (my) playlists on Spotify, and really enjoying it. Rosalie has surprised me as she listens to most of my old Rock songs and likes them. She draws the line at some AC/DC but even then I slip in one or two that she likes.

I do my investment trading online and have to make split-week (not split-second) decisions, so I need the internet. Good grief we could get even more rich/poor than we already are.

I had a problem with that last paragraph. If I said we would be even richer, some people would assume that we are really poor. But, on the other hand, if I said we were poor some would think that we were in fact rich. I think that’s funny so am not going to divulge our true worth as we know some people like to make up their own minds.

Because of the limited internet that we have with my phone hot spot we can at least send and receive emails so I can still send and receive all those vitally important politically incorrect jokes and a few cheesy photos for the guys.

We expect the Tech to be here in the next few day so we will have to go back to being inundated with unwanted ads and have no more excuse for not answering all the emails demanding payment.

We’re still getting answers to our Facebook ads. Today someone wanted Rosalie’s large holiday picture but didn’t want to come out to the campground from Parksville. So I said I would deliver it for ten bucks. To my surprise, they agreed and we ended up selling it to a really nice couple. I think I’m going to do a lot of driving in the future.

Rosalie’s toe is doing fine. I still have to dress it twice a day but the problem is that she likes it ‘undressed’ so I have to hunt her down to re-dress it. If you can visualize a blacksmith re-shoeing a horse then you can see me dressing Rosalie’s hoof. She’s becoming a bit of a rebel so I have to watch her carefully.