And so…the settlement in Kathrynville continues. At times, it is fraught with adversity and consternation. Most of the time though…it’s more like a walk in the freakin’ park. Literally. Life has improved tenfold in our neck of the woods…and we’re grateful.
In the face of all this glee and jubilation however, there remains one blemish in the seemingly flawless environment…and you know I’m going to tell you all about it.
The Comcast cable guy arrived amidst the chaos on moving day to install our phone, cable and (most importantly) internet. He walked in the front door…and I could swear that the air in the room became lighter…as I grew giddy with anticipation at the mere thought of my faster-than-the-speed-of-light-new-and-improved-internet and three free months of Showtime. Being a seasoned professional in the Cable Package Bundle, I asked the guy to backwash…or backpedal….or backstroke (I can no longer recall the technical term) the phone, so it’ll work through that little hole-thingie in the wall.
He looked at me like I’d grown another head.
“I don’t know if I can do that,” he said.
“Just try,” I replied…as I turned my attention to a box suspiciously marked “1 3clock Cuhe Stomage”. (Turned out to be “Block Cube Storage” in Taylor’s hurried half-hearted senior-scrawl…I’m still not sure what the hell that is…)
Several hours later, the boys and I were left with only half our cable channels, some useless phone outlets and internet access for only one of our three computers. In order to get the boys online, I opted for the tried-and-true…messy-but-hell, at-least-it-freakin’-works method of running the Ethernet cables down the hallway and into their respective bedrooms.
Was it pretty? Nope.
Was I desperate? What do you think?
To secure the wires from the inevitable trip, I used about twenty feet of packing tape to hold it in place against the ceramic tiles of the hall…hugging the molding as much as possible…at least, until it needed to cross the hall to enter someone’s room.
This method was a means to an end…and the next day I plunked down some green for two Wireless-G USB Adapters. I pulled up the wires and tape from the tiled hallway and figured that was the end of it.
Only….it wasn’t. The next day, I noticed parts of the tiles were sticky. I ignored this. After 24 hours, I noticed a definite outline of sticky dirt that replicated the trail of the original tape…so I wiped the tiles down with alcohol and life resumed.
Several hours later, the sticky line was back….so I once again located my bottle of rubbing alcohol and diligently rubbed down the tacky tiles.
Since then, it has steadfastly returned often enough that I no longer bother to put the supplies away….and the familiar odor of rubbing alcohol is expected when you round the corner.
I’m resigned to a sticky hallway for the foreseeable future…and I’m still looking for the hidden camera. If I wind up being filmed, I can only hope I’m having a really good hair day.