Regardless of the fact that modern physics decries Einstein's Aether theory, I have simply always adored the thought of it. That electromagnetic waves (or any other matter such as protons, or my blog...) need a transmitting medium, such as air to arrive at their appointed destination.
I've had a few weeks to think about this. I was waiting for my new router to arrive. When it finally did, and after jumping through the necessary hoops ( "No biggie," the AT & T salesperson said.), to get the darn thing hooked up, not to mention reconfiguring the three computers in the house (sadly two of which are embedded with Windows VISTA, boo), I really just wanted the aether to be there to magically transmit my words. Unfortunately this is not the case.
After calling tech-support to inform them there was no green data cable in the box they sent, the brutally honest support person informed me they have "color issues" and to use the grey wire. Huh, OK. Naturally after the many cords were draped and plugged, and assuming Internet service would magically commence, nothing would work without the yellow cord physically plugged into the computer being used to set the whole mess up. At which point the discovery was made the phone would not ring while this process was ongoing. Shut the whole thing down and recall tech-support ( Thank You AT & T for having all English as a first language employees that I can understand ).
By this time I was on serious tech overload feeling as if I had used the last wrinkle available to store data in my brain. When the nice kid finally was on the line after a six or seven minute hold, I advised him I was in the next to the last age bracket one is asked to check off on questionnaires, that I have a slight heart condition and was on the verge of a stroke. He genuinely guffawed. Normally this would bring my shattered nerves and overheating brain down a few notches, alas my Internet withdrawal was far too progressed. He said he understood, his mother had been the same way two months ago when she was changing services. He said he could simply hop into my computer and just do it if I gave him permission. Now we're talkin'.
It was a strange Big Brother Is Watching experience. As I sat amazed, not touching my computer, the mouse whizzed around clicking on this and that, and after less than ten minutes everything was in working order.
While I was in Internet Withdrawal I had a lot of time to think about a lot of other things aside from the aether, such as...
IS there a cure for empathy?
Edgar and his charges, waiting for good homes.
I really need to finish this lap quilt for the CAT-FARM-AID yard sale.
(We are going through two 14 lb. bags of food a week)
A Granny should know how to crochet Granny Octagons.
Luckily the library had an instruction book I could borrow.
And how I really don't need to find a cure...