Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Once Upon a Time


This was in 1996 (or 1997) in our backyard at our first home together. We had an awesome view of San Francisco Bay and, behind the Husband and all that greenery, of San Francisco.

It had been about 20 years since either of us lived in a house. What a luxury that was. No flights of stairs to carry groceries, packages, or laundry. Open the front door and sit on an actual porch. Until sound walls were built by the freeway a few miles below us, we heard no traffic. And, we had a huge backyard with nothing in it so we could transform it into anything we wanted. Yes, definitely a wonderful first home for us to get used to each other.

Doesn't the Husband look cute? In college, he was given the nickname "Farmer Dick" by his friends. Not because he was a farmer, but because he wore overalls a lot.  (That's another thing the Husband and I had in common when we were young.)  He makes a handsome farmer, the Husband does, so I say.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter K

We've been quite busy this week getting everything ready for a  party this Saturday. Missus Lady and Hero Man will be celebrating their #21 anniversary. It's a casual affair at the house. 

There are so many things to do, but the Humans don't seem too concerned that they've only done a few things. Missus Lady is learning that it takes her longer to do things and that she poops out sooner. Not sure what Hero Man thinks, but he does seem to be having fun. 

Boxes still line one wall of the living room. Missus Lady says that if she moves the boxes, then something will have to go into that space. Neither want to think about what can fill the space, and they do want to fill it to cover the dark spot I left when I used to lie there. When Missus Lady thinks the boxes can stay where they are, she says, "Let's go with being thought of as eclectic." We shall see. Purrrrrrrrrrr.

Kubo and the Two Strings (2016)
Setting: Feudal Japan

We love this movie! All three of us would watch it again. And, again. 

It's an animated film with a wonderful story, great action, and amazing characters to love and hate. It touches me right in the heart. Purrrrrrrrr.

Kubo is a twelve year-old magical boy with one eye. He and his mom live in a cave away from the village.  Every day Kubo goes into the village to earn money from storytelling, but he must be home before sunset or something horrible will get him. 

Kubo tells stories with his shamisen, a stringed instrument that has two strings rather than three. The notes that he plays turns into origami that illustrates the stories that he tells.  His most amazing tale frustrates him because he cannot finish it. It is about his father, a samurai warrior, who disappeared long ago and his dying mom can no longer remember what happened. 

After his mom dies, that something horrible sent Kubo magically to a far distant land in which his wooden monkey turns real. Kubo must find his father's armor or else!

Will Kubo find his dad's armor? Why is it so important? How did his wooden monkey become real? Who is this Beetle that Kubo meets on his quest? Will he finally learn about his father? What is that horrible thing that wants Kubo? And, why does Kubo's shamisen have only two strings?


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Friday, October 14, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.16

This week's prompts are:  1) Starts with P   2) Week's favorite   3) Whole

My knees have been a hindrance this week, which means I haven't taken any photos. So I've chosen a photo I took a few weeks ago when the Husband and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. Our present to each other was a soaring adventure! We each experienced a whole ride to ourselves in the glider plane.  It was a spectacular ride lasting about 35 or so minutes.

In case it's not clear, P is for plane — the towing plane (the one at the bottom in the photo) and glider plane.  Heading into the sky is the Husband.

It was a whole lot of fun!  Wheeeeeeeeeee!

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.13

The cues for this week are: 1) Starts with M  2) Week's Favorite  3) Work

M is for marriage. The Husband and I celebrated 20 years of marriage on Friday by taking a glider ride.  M is also for more than a mile up into the sky, which is how high up we went.  The Husband and I each soared individually with Pilot Bill. The Husband flew to the west, while I flew to the east.

I took lots and lots of photos. One of my favorite photos is the one of the little plane hard at work towing us in the sailplane towards the mountain ridge. When we got just above the ridge, Pilot Bill pressed a button to release the rope. Voila! We were sailing on the air at the greatest of ease.

I loved it!

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Thursday, May 12, 2016


The Husband and I are listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, while I'm clicking on the keyboard. It was a fun morning. We drank freshly-brewed coffee and ate olive bread with butter and cheese, as well as finished the leftover berry strudel and custard tart that a friend brought over for dessert last night. The food and drink put me in a giddy mood. Still am.  I think the coffee was made from drunken beans. Yes, I do.

As we got breakfast together, we wondered what to do today. We knew what we didn't want to do. And, so far I haven't done the laundry and the Husband hasn't cut the lawn. We thought of what we could do—maybe hike at the Pinnacles National Park, or drive over to Monterey, or go see a movie. We haven't done any of that either. I doubt we shall.

We did some stuff this morning. The Husband brought in the garbage cans and cleaned Molly the Cat's litter box. I collected all of the Mama's artificial flowers around the house and washed them, which I shall distribute among the sisters' and godparents' graves. The Husband washed the Mams's vases, containers, and a few other cute doo-dads, while I sorted through a couple more of the Mama's drawers and cabinets.

I'm finding a lot of interesting stuff that the Mama stashed away over the years. . .the gold watch her company gave her after 25 years of service. . .birthday and mother's Day cards. . .a recipe for a bittermelon and black bean dish from the Only and Older Brother. . .the porcelain dove that I bought for her in EnseƱada in 1974. . .the wishbone from either a duck or turkey.

This morning, it wasn't so hard going through the Mama's stuff. I guess it helps to be giddy from drunken coffee beans.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Digging into the Archives

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is over. Thank you very much. A part of me would like to say, "See youse all later, alligators." But, I'm not ready to throw in the white flag of posting every day in 2015. I will, however, take a break from doing original posts and instead put up past stories from deep inside my archives. For a few days. 

In honor of the Husband's and my first adventure together (I didn't do dates.) 20 years ago in May, I give you this piece that I published on January 31, 2010. 

Where Romance Is

Where is the most romantic destination you have visited?

I've come across this question several times during the last few days, both in print and online. Some publishers say that if I write about it in a minimum number of words (usually between 100 and 200) or less and it gets published, then they would send me money.

Easy, right?

Writing about something in so many words is no problem. I may ramble, but I can edit unmercifully when necessary. But coming up with a romantic place, which I assume also means with my honey, well that's a bit more difficult.

Sure, there was that bed-and-breakfast on the Kona Coast, where a guy named "Dude" answered when I called about reservations, which made me wonder if we really should stay there. The same place where I lost the husband on the highway that first night. We were driving back from dinner. It was so dark, we couldn't find the B&B's driveway. After several passes up and down the highway, the husband got out of the car to look more closely for the turn out (turn in?). Instead of following him, I went the other way because that's where I argued was the driveway. Of course, when I turned back, I couldn't find the husband. I drove back and forth in a very obvious first-year marriage panic. I even stopped at a house where the folks were hanging out on their front porch and asked if anyone saw a tall guy with red hair walk by. They were not surprised, which makes me still wonder how many tourists asked them similar questions after sunset.

What was I talking about? Yeah, romantic destinations. I suppose those are magical settings where couples all of a sudden feel lovey-dovey. That is probably why I can't come up with one specific place.

I asked the husband to pick one and he couldn't either. Turns out we both feel that wherever go together is romantic (sappy, I know)—a road trip, hiking a trail, pedaling our bikes through the neighborhood. . . .Even going to the grocery store is a romantic destination for us. After all, what's not lovey-dovey about the husband wheeling the cart as we go up and down the aisles?

Thursday, April 30, 2015

The Dude, The Husband -- XOXO

My Alphabe Thursday theme -- The Dude, The Husband

Is that too much PDA (public display of affection) on the blog?

What can I say? I love the Husband.

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Thursday, April 2, 2015

The Dude, The Husband -- A Very Thoughtful Being

My Alphabe Thursday theme -- The Dude, The Husband

The Husband is the reason that he and I, the Mama, and Molly the Cat are living together today.

About 12 years ago, it became very clear to me that the Mama's health was failing. Her nutrition was poor. Her body was tiring out. Worse of all, living alone, she was lonely.  The Mama moving into a nursing home or a residential care facility was out of the question. She had a horrible time living in a skilled nursing facility for six weeks after she broke her hip. A permanent move to a residential care facility would've killed her spirit, straight and simple.

At the time, the Husband and I lived about a two-and-a-half hour drive away in an urban environment. City living was not for the Mama. We were tiring of the mayhem, so we were open to moving to the rural area where I was born and raised.  The tough question was this: Could the Mama and us live in the same house? The Mama is a unique character who can be difficult to live with, as are the Husband and me.

But, here we are, nearly 12 years later— the eccentric, the hermit, the free spirit, and the pussy cat—still going strong, making a go at living together, sometimes contentiously, but mostly harmoniously.

The Husband is a very thoughtful human being. He could have said "No!"

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Monday, March 30, 2015

Martians Sighted

Don't those shadows look like astronauts wearing their bubble helmets?

Sure, they do.

Okay, maybe not.

Did you ever see the TV comedy My Favorite Martian in the 1960s or as reruns later on?  It starred Ray Walston as the martian who lived on Earth and his disguise was Uncle Martin to reporter Tim, who was played by Bill Bixby. It was a silly and very likable show. At least for me. I always enjoyed it when Uncle Martin's martian antennas popped out of his head.

Guess what the Husband and I saw yesterday on our hike?

Thursday, March 5, 2015

The Dude, The Husband -- A Patient Man

My Alphabe Thursday theme -- The Dude, The Husband
The Husband drives as I hang out the window clicking away at the scenery.

While we are walking, the Husband stops and waits nearby when I suddenly stop to take photos.

The Husband is a very patient man. I'm a fortunate wife.

By the way, should you be curious, click here to see the mural next to which the Husband is patiently posing at my request. 

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

A Double Rainbow

It was about 20 minutes before sunset when I heard the rain on the roof next door. "It's raining," I said, clicking away on the keyboard.

The Husband shifted in his seat behind me. "The sun is out," he said. "There must be a rainbow somewhere."

The vertical blinds rustled. "It's right outside!"

"Everyone's getting their camera. Click, click," I said as I crossed the room, thinking about the growing number of people suddenly sharing their photos of our town on a couple of local Facebook groups. I peeked through the slats. "I'm getting my camera."

The Husband followed me down the stairs and out the door. We were greeted by a brilliant rainbow.

"Look, look! Another rainbow!" I said, clicking away.

Two rainbows. A gentle rain. The sun setting. What more could we ask for?

Some  clouds cleared beneath the rainbow. "The moon!"

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

The Dude, the Husband -- A Keeper

My Alphabe Thursday theme -- The Dude, The Husband

The Husband and I were watching Celebrity Apprentice earlier this week. (Yes, indeed, we're hooked on this show even though we know we ought to avert our eyes, but we can't help it.) And, we both noticed that one of the female contestants looked like she had a makeover.

"Her mustache used to show," the Husband said.

"You noticed it, too, did ya?"

"It was obvious," he said.

"Not really," I said, turning my face to him and pointing above my upper lip. "This is obvious."

"I don't see any mustache," the Husband said.

"How can you not?""

"Because you're so sparkly."


"I don't see anything but you're sparkliness."

Sighhhhhhh. The Dude is a Keeper!

And, a few years ago, this keeper decided to play at being a bell keeper. No. Make that a bell ringer!

Today is the letter K at Jenny Matlock's Alphabe Thursday. That's where I shall be checking out other K posts. Come join me by clicking here.

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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Five YEAR Plan

The other week, the Husband and I decided on a five year plan. First five year plan we've ever made about anything, too. The best part about it: We're already in year three. (By the way, did I use that colon punctuation properly?)

What is this five year plan? And, how is that related to the photos of our hair?

I'm glad you asked. This tale starts in 2010 when the Husband and I decided to go bald. The Husband also chose to shave off his mustache and beard. You can read that story here, if you're interested. In 2011, we shaved off our hair again. In 2012, we wondered how long our hair would get after two years. When 2013 came along, we got used to our messy look and thought about trimming it all once the temperatures got very hot. They never did.

So, here we are again at our anniversary of shorn locks. The last time my hair has been this long was in my youth, albeit (oooh, love that transitional word) my hair back then was much, much thicker. The Husband says the same thing. About the length of his hair, that is. He's still got a thick mane on him.

Having no goals or objectives these days about anything, we thought why not? Let's make this hair growing thing a five year plan. We shall see.

Here we are in 2011.

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Monday, April 28, 2014


"Husband, what is my X-factor?" I asked, standing behind the Husband, who was at the kitchen sink. He was carefully prepping the dishes to wash.

"X-factor?" the Husband asked. "What do you mean?"

"I dunno," I said, trying to balance on one foot. "What is X-factor?"

"It was a TV show** about aliens."

"Cool! I've got my "X" post."


"The letter X. You'll be featured tomorrow on the blog. Thank you very much."

The Husband laughed.

* Later, when I returned from taking out the garbage, the Husband said, "X-Files was the alien show. X Factor was a talent show."

"Even better," I said, though I don't know why.
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Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Wager

I knew the pet store was to the left, so I turned left. 

"I think it's to the right," said the Husband, sitting in the passenger seat.

"No, it's this way," I said, firm in my belief.

"I think it's back that way," the Husband said, firm in his belief.



"I'll bet you it's this way," I said.

"I don't want to bet money," he said.

"Jumping jacks," I said. "When you lose, you do 10 jumping jacks."

"Okay," he said. Here, dear readers, you should note that the Husband does not bet unless he's 100 percent sure he's right.

"And, if I lose. . .," I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Ten jumping jacks," he answered. Dear readers, you should also note that I do not do jumping jacks.

"Fine. If I lose, I do 10 jumping jacks. But, I'm not losing."

Half an hour later, the Husband stood next to the car, watching me do 10 jumping jacks. He counted them out with me.

After I finished the last one, I said, "I bet you didn't think I'd do them."

"No." The Husband paused. "I didn't think you could jump."

Ha! I should've bet him.
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Monday, April 21, 2014


If you were physically separated from your significant other, for whatever reason, would you still want to get back with him or her after a year? Five years? Thirty?

About a month after the Only and Older Bionic Brother was born, the Daddy, a naturalized U.S. citizen, returned to the United States. He realized that there would be more and better opportunities for his children in America than in the Philippines. This was in the late 1940s. He worked hard and within a year, he made enough money to book ship passage for the Mama and their son. The Mama did not want to leave her home and family. The Mama's mother told her that once she married, her life was with her husband's. She, the Mama, no longer belonged to the Grandmother. Thirteen months after the Daddy left, he and the Mama were reunited in their new home in California.

The stories of my two ninangs (godmothers) were different from the Mama.  They waited much, much longer to reunite with their spouses. The story of the ninongs (godfathers) and the Daddy, were similar, and to put the godparents' separation in context, I'll tell you a bit of that history. In the 1920s, the Philippines was a U.S. territory, which probably made it easier for Filipinos to travel as U.S. nationals. Throughout that decade, many of the young Filipino men, from all over the country, decided to go to Hawaii and the United States for the many jobs and good pay they were promised by agricultural recruiters and bragged about by friends and relatives who were already abroad. Most of the young men planned to work for a few years then return home with plenty of money to marry and start a family, if they had not one already. The Great Depression foiled their plans.

Ninang Deling and Ninong Mariano

She was 21 years old and he was nearly 24 when they married in 1924.  A son was born two years later. In 1928, Ninong Mariano and his brother sailed for the United States where they worked the farms for meager wages. Said Ninong Mariano, "The first time I came here, the wages were 35 cents an hour. During Depression, fifteen cents an hour. That was the best I could get. Some places it was twelve-and-a-half cents an hour."

He sent money home when he could. Ninang Deling made money for the family by taking vegetables from the province where she lived and selling them in Manila, then before returning home, purchased products to sell back home. She also made a living for her and son by sewing clothes. She said, "I was a seamstress. I sold clothes when I could. Sometimes I make five dresses for someone to buy. They used to pay me three pesos."

Ninang Deling and Ninong Mariano reunited in 1950. She was 47 years old. She had no conflict about leaving her home when her husband told her to come. Her son and her brothers were already in the United States. Ninang Deling said, "This is where my family was, so I come here. . . I (have) a good feeling."

Ninang Maxima and Ninong Vicente

They married in 1925 when she was 19 years old and he was 27. They had two children before he took off for America in 1929.  Over the years, he found jobs as a farm laborer and house boy. For 10 years, he worked in a Navy yard in California. Ninong Vicente said, "I liked to go back to Philippines, but no money. So I stay here. If you go there, you need lots of money to spend for the plane."

With the money her husband sent and the earnings she made from her sari-sari store, Ninang Maxima  managed to make a living for her family and send her son and daughter to school. Ninang Maxima said, "I am homesick to see my husband. When wartime, about five years, he didn’t write us. (There was) no mail to the Philippines."

Ninang Maxima finally reunited with her husband in 1959. "I didn’t recognize him when I came here. I didn’t know his face because it’s different. When he came here, he was young yet. When we got together, he’s old. I (was) 53. He was 60."

I'll do the math for you: Ninang Deling and Ninong Mariano were separated for about 22 years, while Ninang Maxima and Ninong Vicente were apart for 30 years. Amazing, isn't it?
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Friday, September 20, 2013

One Dime. . .Two. . .Three. . .

"I think I have 86¢," I said, when the fish lady told us the lovely looking rockfish was $5.86.

Pulling out a handful of change from my purse, the fish lady said, "Yes, I think you do."

I plucked out two quarters, two dimes, a nickel, and a penny from the coins in my hand and put them on the counter. My mind when blank. "How much was it again?"

"86¢," said the Husband.

I fished out more coins. My mind went blank again. "What was it?"

"86¢," he said.

I looked down at the change. Total blankness. "What?"


I gave up. "Okay, that ought to do it."

The fish lady picked up the change, laughing with the Husband and me as we chattered on. "And, to think he has to deal with me everyday," I said while the Husband rolled his eyes and threw up his hands.

I noticed the fish lady counting the change. "Did I give you enough?"

"More than enough," she said, handing me back two dimes.

"I used to be so good at counting change," I said.

"We should get you a change maker," said the Husband.

"Like a train conductor. Yeah. I could go for that."

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Turn Right at the Xerox Machine

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This post was originally written on September 23, 2010 and published on my previous blog, This and That. Here and There. Now, Sometimes Then.

A Special 23rd Date

Fourteen years ago, about the same time as I'm writing this, I'm getting food ready for the next day's festivity. Getting married to the husband, it was.

Fourteen years ago, about an hour or so from now, I will have finally laid down beside a very anxious husband-to-be. He would be so anxious, he would not be able to sleep. And, that would mean I would not get to sleep.

"We can still call it off," I will have said.

"No, we can't," he will have replied.

"Yes, we can."

"No, we can't. People are coming."

"We can call them up first thing in the morning."

"No, we can't."

"Yes, we can."

"You've already made the food."

"I can put it in the freezer."

"We don't have to get married," I will have said.

"We already got the license," he will have replied.

"Do you want to marry me?"

"Yes, I do."

"What's the problem?"

"You'll write about this exact moment in a blog one day."

Okay, the husband didn't say that last thing. Of course, we didn't say what I wrote word for word, but as memory serves it's pretty close to what was.

Fourteen years ago, several hours from now, the husband-to-be and I will have lead our guests through some county offices, took a right at the Xerox machine, and stood before a court judge.

"I do," I will have said.

"I do," the husband will have said, too.

After which, we all will have headed back to our home and ate the lunch that I would not have had to freeze.

~The Beginning ~

P.S. Happy Anniversary, the Husband. I'm very glad you didn't get cold feet. How did 14 years go so quickly? I love you.

P.P.S. The Husband and I just moved into a new phase of wearing those ugly, but comfortable, Crocs. Whoo-hooo!

Saturday, April 13, 2013

A Love Story

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I never heard the parents address each other by their names.  They also didn't refer to each other by name when they talked about the other. The Mama would just say lakai which was old man in Ilocano, while the Daddy would say baket for old lady.

For many years, I wondered if they even loved each other. When I became curious about how they met, they said they had an arranged marriage.

The Daddy said, "Your grandmother said she liked the daughter who lived next door for me. 'Okay,' I told her."

The Mama said, "My mother said to marry your daddy. 'He's a good man. You're old. This may be your last chance to marry.'"

Both the Mama and the Daddy lost their fathers at a young age. So, it was their mothers who met and discussed the terms of the dowry. Several weeks later, the Mama and the Daddy were married.

It was not until I went to the Philippines with the Daddy in the early 1970s that I heard the love story.

In 1947, the Daddy, who became a U.S. citizen after serving the U.S. Army, decided to visit the Philippines. It had been 19 years since he left.  He thought about marrying the girlfriend he left behind if she was still single. She was not.

A few days after the Daddy had been home, he went down to the well that bordered his mother's property and that of the Mama's mother's.  It was late in the afternoon. As he approached the well, he saw a young woman.

"It was like a lightening bolt," said the uncle who told me the story. The Daddy was in love with the Mama instantly.

The Daddy went to his mother and said, "I met the neighbor's daughter.  I want to marry her."

Years later, the Mama told me how she had received marriage proposals before the Daddy asked her. Although her mother liked the men, she did not. "They could not make me," the Mama said. One proposal was from the Mayor's son. The Mama did not like his mother. "She would have treated me like a servant."

The Mama's and the Daddy's wedding was a big-to-do. Both of them came from a large family, including siblings, uncles, aunties, cousins, and more cousins. 

"Everyone danced all night," said the Mama about the reception. "The party went on for three days."

I can just imagine. The Daddy loved a good party. So does the Mama, once she's there.

Friday, January 11, 2013


It takes being disconnected to the Internet to get me to finally write a post. Go figure.

Yesterday evening—around 5:03 p.m. to be approximate—the Husband came into the bedroom where Molly T.K. Cat and I were taking a snooze. Well, Molly napped while I clicked the TV remote in search of a show that would invite sleep for a few minutes.  (Lack of sleep was finally making me feel yucky, for lack of ability to think of precise words.)

"The modem is dead," announced the Husband.

I was promptly alert and in a state of panic. How was I going to finish my last two assignments? How was I going to send them to the editor? How was I going to. . . you get the picture.

The Husband and I went instantly into troubleshooting mode. The husband went back to his computer to play a tetris game (which allows him to think he says), and I went searching for a phone book.

I called the computer shop where we bought the last modem. Unfortunately, the shop just closed. Bummer. When something as vital as a disconnection to the Internet happens, I realize again the downside of living in an out-of-the-way  small city. I was ready to drive anywhere to get a modem last night, so as not to waste a work day today. The next call was to a big electronic box store in a nearby bigger small city. While the sales clerk searched his computer database,  I handed the phone to the Husband and went searching for our Internet folder in the file cabinet.  The salesman told the Husband that there was one in at their store in three nearby, but further away, larger cities. Bummer.

I dialed the local computer shop again, handed the phone to the Husband, and pressed #1 for him to speak to an after-hours tech. The shop had a modem—Yay!—and we could go down and buy it before 7 p.m.—double Yay! And that, dear reader, is one of the virtues of living in an out-of-the-way small city.

The tech guy at the shop suggested we double-check that the DSL line was not down before we open the new modem package. Because if it was glitch in the DSL line, we could bring the modem back for a refund. Back at home, I dialed our Internet service provider (ISP), waded through the canned messages, and once I got a person on the phone, handed it to the Husband. While he spoke with the tech person, I went off to make dinner.

At 11 p.m. we finally started installing the modem. The Husband focused on setting it up and I stayed out of the way by writing this post. Everything was zinging along until the installation step with the ISP.  Around 12:30 a.m. The Husband called the tech number. He got stuck listening to a canned message about wires, didn't like that, and cut the connection. He re-dialed, got flustered listening to the same messages, cursed, and slammed the phone down. I re-dialed, went through the canned messages until I got a person on the line, and  handed the phone to the Husband. Step-by-step, the Husband and the tech went through the installation process. Voila, the Internet was working. At least, on the Husband's computer.

And, when I finally publish this post, then my computer shall be, too.

A Joyful 2013 to you, dear Readers!