Standing on my box

Me: (to anyone in earshot) Is your wifi working?

Three of us are home all day needing to work. Our work is all online. Plus my mom is in her studio apartment with youtube and a puzzle as her only entertainment. Our wifi is all kinds of bad words I won’t say out loud or put in print. And there’s no other option on our road. The company has basically told us we’re on the bottom of the totem pole and it really won’t get better so suck it up and quit calling. My next-door neighbor is a lawyer. I asked if it was just our house or what? He laughed and said, “My wife now forbids me to call them anymore.” I’m therefore assuming we don’t have any legal action available either.

Me: Arrrgh. This is literally impossible.

Laina: (singing) “Impossible things are happening every day…”

Me: (proclaiming with one arm up like Lady Liberty) “Do not be discouraged!” That’s what the Bible says.

Both of us in unison: They didn’t have wifi in the Bible.

We chuckle, but it’s not really funny.

I walk away for a minute just to reframe my thoughts. Feeling oddly justified at being discouraged in a way the writers of the scriptures didn’t face, I soon felt that sick feeling I get when I know I’m headed toward the first rung of the “Down” staircase.

I wonder what they DID get discouraged about…running out of nibs? Their feather splitting? Having to go pick berries and mash them to make ink when they ran out? Having to write in hiding in a dark cave somewhere for fear of getting arrested for writing about Jesus? Yeah, I guess this isn’t so bad.

I have to think differently. How can I organize my day so that I get my wifi needs prioritized so that I can use it when my signal is strong?

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