A sticky note on my monitor says
∗ ipconfig jan 13∗
meaning the internet went out
two-and-a-half weeks ago.
Since then I
folded a year’s worth of laundry
reorganized the walk-in
the garage, and installed a shop light
(that old fluorescent from the kitchen).
I rode my bike to the library 9X too
plus the hardware store
and the market for groceries –
75 miles total, 46F on the coldest, not too shabby.
It’s chilliest on the bridges
where we start climbing now,
as I imagine grandpa
riding his fixed-gear
37 miles one way, farm to college.
It’s embarrassing to blot perspiration
from my forehead as I read and write in the stacks,
but soon I’m drinking coffee from a thermos on the patio –
bills paid, job board check, note to aunt, listo!
Pedaling home, I hear grandad’s mom
concentrating at her treadle sewing machine.
That’s why I bought paint thinner actually
when I needed brass nails.
The Singer’s nearly restored.
Then I got curious
and hotwired the coax
straight to the desktop yesterday.
Seems big bro decided
my router was obsolete.
Back online simple as that.
“the lampstand” – Matt 5:15
Artist: X Ambassadors, VHS (2015)
“A stitch in time saves nine” – Saxon proverb