never have i missed a piece of technology the way i missed my wireless high speed. i had forgotten how high speed it really is. i want a little pat on the back people. it was painful to do a post every second day, my pathetic little posts often took two to three hours each. dial up times out just like the kids in the corner, every 30 minutes the whole darn thing stalls and asks you if you wish to stay connected and if you happen to miss that little message, well kiss the photo that you were uploading goodbye and prepare to start over. i have ranted and raved and next summer if i have to string a cable over to the island all by myself, i will have high speed internet.
perhaps some of you read in our twitter that there was a moose on the island. a moose that everyone saw but me. the dogs chased him, he stood and looked in our neighbour's window, and much as i wandered around in the woods, followed tracks like i was a forest ranger, i never actually saw the moose.
this particular moose lives in the cottage, on the side of a wooden box that holds odds and whatnots.
i spent the better part of a week holding my camera until my arms ached.
this guy, well, he opens the beer.
i knew in my heart that i was never going to see that moose. i have seen one moose in my life and it took my breath away. i fell in love instantly.
for days i sat on the dock, reading and gazing down the rocky shore thinking, what if he just walked out and stood there, in front of me. i could feel the thrill. i have to admit that i was almost ridiculous but that type of behaviour provides all the people with excellent material with which to kid you. relentlessly. this guy, he lives on a brass plate on the wall above the fridge.
but all was not lost, a. and i took a road trip and went to a small general store, and there in all his splendor, standing EIGHT FEET TALL, was his majesty. i fell over laughing, my moose.
welcome home.
margie
Yep. When we were away from the high speed I kept driving to the donut/coffee shop to post, they had free Wi-Fi and I gained ten pounds. :)
I'm getting a satellite dish next spring, I think I can get high speed from it. It's my winter project to find out...
Posted by: Leanne | September 21, 2008 at 11:08 PM
Oh, my girlfriends are all raving about 'The Book of Negros' by Lawerence Hill...I can't get to it. But I know you were asking me what I was reading. The truth? Right now it's Sense and Sensibility...for my course.
Posted by: Leanne | September 21, 2008 at 11:16 PM
Black box keeps sending me to you, we must make a lot of similar answers
Posted by: eve | September 22, 2008 at 05:18 AM
Hey, I made that moose thing in shop class too, the copper one, grade 8, instead of taking home ec.
Leanne, Book of Negroes was a great book, written by a man in Burlington. And weirdness, of weird, I took Sense and Sensibility out of the library last week after reading "Lost Memoires of Jane Austen".
Margie, Welcome Home!
xo
Posted by: Kath | September 22, 2008 at 09:06 AM
My baby just sat here with me and chattered at the last moose in your poist for a good two minutes. Hopefully another moose-sighting is in your future!
Posted by: Jori | September 22, 2008 at 10:05 AM
welcome home margie and her moose!! wow he is a friendly looking moose..i mean you did bring him home right? you didn't leave him there on the island did you?
i remember the first days of internet in our town. it had to have been about 1988. the first modem ran at 14.4 that is, 14.4 kb a second. the next one jumped up to 28.8....kb per second again. that was screaming fast compared to 14.4. dropped signals? well mostly we never could get on-line in the first place. you know that weird sound that sings from a modem as it tries to connect to the internet? that is a sound that will be with me until my dying day. it is like the smell of apple pie. reminds me of good times really.
anyway off topic here...i always seem to get caught up in that reminiscing stuff.
but as you know i missed your lengthy posts and your visits to my blog very much. i am glad you are home and i know kath was about going crazy. she even used me as a surrogate e-mailer on one particular morning when she was bored from not having you to correspond with. i didn't mind though. what else is the middle sister good for? filling in all those gaps.
XOXOXOXOX
Posted by: robin bird | September 22, 2008 at 08:50 PM
kath you need to make a spelling correction on my comment above. i left out the "o" in the word "to".
beat you to it this time didn't i?
xo
Posted by: robin bird | September 22, 2008 at 08:53 PM
Dearest Robin Bird, not only did I put an "o" in your "t" I put an "n" in your legthy.
Typographically yours,
Kath
Posted by: Kath | September 22, 2008 at 11:29 PM
you two are too funny. yes robin, more than once i screamed "i hate that noise" and surprisingly the noise has not changed since 1988, it still has that same funny screechy desperate sound. xo
Posted by: margie | September 23, 2008 at 04:53 AM
I kept hoping that you'd see your moose......great story! It was still an adventure, right?
Posted by: Wayfaring Wanderer | September 23, 2008 at 08:45 AM