Since June 22 we've been without internet service at our house. We think that the DSL modem went kaput. We signed on with a new provider who won't get out to install service until tomorrow. For 17 days we've been without online service at home.
(Well, in the interest of full disclosure, we don't have our OWN service. Some good soul in our neighborhood left off the password for their wireless network and their omission allows interlopers to sneak aboard their network. My computer-savvy son figured this out.) This purloined reception is available only at the end where Ted is staying, but the signal is weak and cuts out regularly. It's actually pretty frustrating to use.
The rest of the house, all of it, is internet dead. To go online has meant to go to the local cafe with free Wifi service. This is how I've managed to be online and blog since June 22. I've enjoyed these trips. I get to write on my student level iBook laptop. I pretend I'm some sort of intellectual, maybe a novelist working on his manuscript. Mostly, I'm just checking email and blogging. Having to do this has drawn a boundary of intention around my internet use. It's like confining a puppy that's not been housetrained to the side yard. The house is more peaceful.
In the beginning I had some trepidation about being off line at home. Not being able to check my email box four or five times a day took some getting used to. No surfing. No online shopping. No weather reports. No tide charts. Oh my!
After a three day withdrawal period, however, I began to truly enjoy this internet fast. It had been a long, LONG time since I've been at home without internet. I found myself not wanting to read a paper, turn on the radio, even listen to music. (TV we've done without from the beginning.) In the whole period we've seen one DVD on my computer, an African movie that Ted chose called Bamako.
Instead of watching a DVD a week, I've read more. Instead of music on the radio or iPod, birds have sung, just as they always have. Not so much email, but we got a real postcard from Liz.
Life in the slow lane is more than it's cracked up to be.
And an Internet fast beats a fast internet.
I've been thinking about canceling the installation appointment, but I'm not sure I've got the guts.