My family’s Internet went down over the weekend. Saturday morning, I woke up and went to check my e-mail and the weather report, like I do every morning. But I was met with the message: “Firefox can’t open the page ‘www.google.com’ because your computer isn’t connected to the Internet.”

NO! I immediately called our Internet provider. They’re normally able to get us back up and running within minutes. Not this time. I ended up putting my brother on the phone after they asked questions needing more technical answers than “The yellow wire is plugged into the white box.”

Still, they could do nothing. They said they would send someone between 12 and 4:30 on Monday.
Leaving us without Internet for the weekend. I’m writing this on Saturday and am planning on heading to Panera to make use of the free Wi-Fi tomorrow to send this in.

I never realize just how dependent I am on my Internet connection until I lose access to it for a few days. This weekend, for instance, I planned on e-mailing swim lesson information to all our instructors. The swim team coordinator is away on business and I communicate with her via e-mail. And there are my friends who are used to me responding to e-mail and Facebook messages quickly.

Instead, I’ll spend an hour in an Internet hotspot tomorrow dealing with the most important messages.
It’s funny. My best friend is living in the woods this summer. She has limited cell service and Internet access. The very thought of it makes me squirm. I can’t handle the idea of being that isolated from the world. She, on the other hand, loves it. The idea of being cut off from everyone thrills her.

Anyway, I’m hopeful our connection will be up and running again soon. Otherwise, I might go nuts.