As I sit back in my comfy chair, and I look out the living room window to see the sunlight spread out through the sky, it like watching a movie slowly unfolding. It is like fingers raking the clouds in the sky, rays of sunlight beam through spaces between. An awesome sight indeed. It is about eight in the morning, and people are busy going about their way, either to work, or driving around. The sounds of an owl lurks in the near by bushes, and a crow flies overhead, probably in search of food. The air is fresh and clean, I feel reenergised from it. It feels nice, and looks awesome.
In few minutes I have to go into town and see if I can get connected to the Internet. I have two choices, Fiber Optic, or the old copper cable. Because I rent, permission is needed before I can have the Fiber put in, but copper is currently hooked up, but more expensive. It is fast coming up to a week now that I have been unconnected. It feels wrong without the Internet. More than anything, I need a phone, and I need the Internet too, but the phone is essential around here. I cannot work without it.
Seeing the old with the new is like watching time stand still. So many here are not connected. They do not want it. So many here are computer illiterate, and have little concept of cyber space. I guess why do need it if you cut trees or haul rocks for a living. Yet computers are everywhere. But at least I see the cutting edge technology here also, but few understand it, or use it. I met one really knowledgeable “Geek” who spends most of his time gaming on-line, a couple of days ago. Not surprisingly, he is only twenty years of age, and was from California, USA—a move that started from his parents, and he stayed behind from his teenage years. He told me that he could spend half of his time working on other’s gear, but thinks he is wasting his time. Most PCs here are old and out of date in these parts, he told me. Not surprisingly, Linux is a foreign concept here, right up there with “Open Source.” Window$ XP and Seven rule the roost around here.
I just got back from down town metropolitan Terrace. Still laughing about the commute times. Everything is so close together here—seven minutes—half hour round trip.
The good news—I get connected this Thursday, first thing in the morning. I cannot wait for that to happen. Soon, soon I will connected again, and a telephone number to boot!
The bad news—still no word on my switching my Banking up to Terrace. Or it has not happened yet. Sadly, only the five dollars I put in there still sits.
A little old lady lives two doors down from me. She seems nice, but either lives on assistances, or collects a very small pension. She met me yesterday before I ventured out onto one of my forays into town. She ask if she could have some bread, and that has had no money for food. What made it even grimmer, she held a lit cigarette in her hands while she was asking. I wanted to say, “quit smoking, and you will have more money for food,” but that would have fallen on death ears.
On the other side of me, in the next apartment, the occupant is sitting outside on his chair having a cigarette too. Not sure if he works or not. I see no vehicle parked in front of his place, so it is hard to tell if he is employed. He seems like a happy fellow. But he is sure laid-back.
To funny… The owl is “Hooting” like crazy right now. Must have found something to eat, or a mate. LOL
I sit and look up to the mountains towards the East, the Sun peaking over top, and light rays peering across the sky like a giant fan. With only a few clouds to tell that daylight is upon us, the sky itself is a brilliant blue. Summer in the North West is beautiful!