In the Mail

Cindra said, "the apron is in the mail," and of course I believed her. She is my beloved niece. Except for biting me when she was two years old she has always been quite wonderful. So, when the apron never arrived at my home, I began to suspect one of my neighbors stole it. I began to look at them differently. Was it her? Was it him? Then Cindra sends me this*: My neighbors have been cleared. Apparently duct tape and Sharpie conspired to steal my package. Shame on them. *Picture edited to remove return address. _________ Sorry this post was late! I was without my HSI for 95 minutes tonight. A Cox Cable minion worked with me in a bored and barely civil manner. Despite the fact that I still could not access the internet he assured me all my Cox equipment was working and I needed to buy a new computer. Since this is a brand new IBM Pentium 4, and since my Cox HSI was the only non-functioning program, I chose not to embrace his diagnosis. Instead I tried the one thing he did NOT suggest I do. I unhooked and reconnected the cables and - ta da! -- connectivity.