Samhain Thanksgiving Moon
Aaargghh. Internet. Wi-fi. Loft cyberspace not working. Not working. Makes me a little nutz.
Wondered why. Thought about it. The internet is my direct connection to friends and family, especially those now far away. When it’s down, I feel shorn, perhaps the electronic equivalent of unintentional banishment, exile.
Ever since the later 1980’s I’ve handled my own computer problems, sometimes with a boost from my friends, in particular cybermage Bill Schmidt. When I can’t fix a problem, it leaves me feeling defeated and sad. Where I was last night.
So. Had to face front. This one is beyond me. I’m going to call in a specialist to set up a wi-fi or internet link for the loft that works reliably. It’s too important to me. Working episodically seems the best I can produce on my own and it’s not good enough.
The wi-fi, hardwired links in the house work fine. It’s the physical separation between the house and the loft that creates the challenge. The previous owner had a solution that worked for him, but I don’t understand it.
Another project.
