Problem Solved

I always feel stupidly bright when I accomplish anything that had seemed impossible given my abject lack of knowledge about electronic devices. I now have an extra modem, which is fine, but the old modem wasn't dead. The problem was the fact that there's a new area code here, and we have to dial an area code for even a local call. AOL didn't pass that information along to their equipage. I found that I could manually insert the area code into the call number. Problem solved. I still need new equipment, but I have some breathing room. Picked up the new modem in town, lunched with TR; and Aaron, one of the staff at the pub, wondered about my lousy Internet connection and how that affected my access to porn. He had those of us eating at the bar in hysterics. Amazing what the difference of a few days make. There's suddenly so much green, the lawns down near the river especially. I'm nearly rear-ended, slowing to gawk. I become a road hazard this time of year. The farmer who raises corn in the big bottoms along Rt. 125 had plowed and harrowed those fields and I stopped to look for arrowheads. Quickly found a couple of nice bird points and a core that looked like it was being worked into an axe head. One of the bird points is quite small and very beautiful. After I get my paragraphs sent I celebrate with a sardine sandwich (a thick slice of onion, wasabi mayo) and a bottle of Zin. A Ravenswood Old Vines that is huge. Over the top, fruity, dry and tannic. I like a big, bold red with sardine sandwiches. The porn conversation today threw me for a loop, I didn't know it was such a given. I've bred so many animals, birthed so many babies, and wiped so many asses, I'm not much interested anymore. To be fair, to be with another person involves giving up yourself, some of the time, and I don't seem to be willing to do that. Not that it was a conscious decision, but at some point when and where I would take a walk, what I would stop to consider, the nature of things, became much more important to me. I treasure good conversation, but I really like being in the woods alone. It's not something you could easily fake. Nor that stupid smile on your face when you build a perfect fire to get you through the night. A matter of course.