Our children and their friends are
still talking about the Pirate Plunge Mud Run and how they could make it better
next year.
My daughter and I were looking
through the photos for the promo shots for next year, and we were enjoying all
the great poses. I was still reminiscing about the two black bottoms with the
tutus upside down hanging over the tire wall.
Then, there were the girls wearing
tutus from Jesus Christ Superstar. I recognized them immediately. Pirates in
tutus seemed to fit the Mud Run. These muddy costumes will never be clean
enough for anything again but for next year’s Mud Run.
My daughter said, “There’re a
whole lot of pictures of you Mother with this guy. What were you doing hugging
on that man?”
“Let me see.” I took a look at the
pictures, “Oh, he told me he was one of the Ninja Warriors. I was getting into
the party atmosphere. I was making him feel welcome and just being friendly.”
“Brian Arnold was the Ninja
Warrior. Do you know who this other guy is?”
“He’s a Ninja Warrior from Aztec.”
“Mother, he’s Mike, the Phone Guy.
You’ve got to get a hearing aid.”
One week later my e-mail was down,
now I really needed Mike, the Phone Guy. My life revolves around the Internet
and the computer.
I called my Phone Guy, Don, who
has always been my go-to-guy for my online service. He was in deep mud with the
thunder and lightning taking out others’ services, too. It would be a couple of
days before he could work on my DSL service. I couldn’t do anything but wait.
Don drove through our own version
of a mud run to get to our house on the Blanco. He spent three hours trying to
resolve my e-mail problems. He finally said, “We’ve got to call the Help Team
at the main office. I think it has to do with Chrome. Chrome and your Mac
aren’t compatible.”
“I can relate, at the moment I’m
not compatible with either Chrome or Mac or the phone company.”
Don shut his laptop, “I don’t
know. It’s beyond me. We’ve done everything.”
“Okay, now what do we do?”
We called the computer expert from
the telephone company and spent another hour. He configured another path to the
server, but then he got confused and couldn’t figure it out. He said he needed
to start another e-mail account.
“What about my e-mail address? I
have business cards, books, media packets, everything with my e-mail address on
them.”
“No problem, it’s an internal
account, but we’ll have to cancel your other accounts and start all over again.”
“Do you mean, I will have another
e-mail address? Will my old accounts feed into this new account?”
“I don’t know. You need to pay
$19.95 for a service for your computer.”
I said to the tech man. “It’s a
new computer, the problem is not on my end. It’s the server and the path. Now,
that you’ve worked on it, I can’t even get on my Internet.”
My Phone Guy said, “It’s too
complicated for me. I’ll turn your name in and someone in the office will call
you.”
A call the next day from the
telephone company assured me they didn’t know anything either, but I could get
this company they use, but she wasn’t sure if they worked on Macs. She’d find
out and call me next week, since we were going into another weekend.
I’m still without service. I’m running
around with a flash stick trying to do business. As I was tagging my Final
Brushstroke at the bottom of the page, another break in the electricity shut
down my computer again. I frantically opened the file to see if I remembered to
save it. I didn’t. What a muddled mess.
Help! I need the Ninja Warrior
telephone man who I met at the Mud Run. Someone is in deep mud.
Final Brushstroke! Don’t e-mail me
at betty@bettyslade.com.
You’ll have to keep your comments to yourself unless you have a Facebook
account. It’s getting real complicated for this simple life here in Pagosa.
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