I jumped out of bed at 6:30 am on Friday to clear a path through the house for the cable guy. I moved mountains of material. I piled stuff all over the house. I dusted miles of wires that live behind the TV. I was a cleaning machine. Then......he didn't show. Nope. Somehow The Mister didn't finish the confirmation part of his phone call to Comcast so nothing actually got scheduled from their end. Darn.
The good news is that all that open space cleared out a path to the loom and since the warp was finished, I could get started on my Easter towels. Even more good news, I did NOT run out of pink. Whew.
After all my cleaning I had just enough energy left to rough sley the thing on the raddle. I know I've said it before but I am going to say it again. I love using the counting threads. It took a very tedious task and trimmed it down to minutes. Minutes.
The cable guy came out on Sunday to fix whatever was going on with the On Demand thing after The Mister spent another hour or so dealing with them trying to fix the signals over the phone. I hate the whole cable thing but we have to have it here in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, I watch more Netflix than anything anymore.
Any cable/dish horror stories to share?