By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
Last week I experienced a nightmare: Our Internet disappeared. No, it was not due to an unpaid bill. Rather, it turned out to be the sad demise of our modem. The modem’s age at the time of death was approximately five to six years of age.
Before I learned the modem was the root of no Internet, I rebooted continually over a period of a day and a half to no avail. Finally, I contacted AT&T. Thank goodness my iPhone 5 still functioned! After nearly 45 minutes on the phone with AT&T tech support, the young man concluded the modem was the root of the lack of Internet pulse. The modem’s last gasps caused the lights to flash red-green-red-green-red ad nauseam, and then the modem lit up no more.
While I waited three days for the delivery of the new modem, I began to morph into a sniveling heap of psychic decay. I was in Internet withdrawal. Not that I surf the web continually. No, I use the Internet for thesaurus.com, for checking particular subject points in my writing, for the news on www.nytimes.com, for e-mail correspondence, and, naturally, for Facebook. Minus the Internet, I felt isolated, like Napoleon experienced while exiled to the Island of Elba. Thank God for two Netflix DVDs I had ordered before I could not anymore without the Internet. I watched those films about three times each. I turned to magazines that had stacked up on the coffee table, unread, now read voraciously. I tried writing each night, but without my go-to Internet resources I felt bereft of the friendly web sites. Sadly, I was forced to admit that I was in the throes of Internet addiction withdrawal.
Yet three days later, the new modem appeared on the doorstep. Fate intervened once again because the Broadband refused to stabilize. 45 more minutes on the phone with AT&T tech support resulted in a technician riding up like the cavalry to save the day! After several hours of reconfiguring wiring from the ancient modem to the new, I was back! It proved a triumphant return to the Internet. Thus, kind readers, is my tale of modem woes turned to happiness once more now that the Internet is back in my life. The tension is gone, and even the avalanche of snow and frigid temperatures in the Heartland cannot dampen my Internet joy.
Ciao for now.