I can finally talk about it. February 3 was just a regular day, like so many others. I woke up, oblivious of what was to come. Then, it happened. Right in the middle of a lovely, delicious, family dinner.
One person said “Hey, my iMessages aren’t going through.” I replied that mine seemed fine since I wasn’t using my data, sponging off the parents’ WiFi. It wasn’t to be. We were in a dead zone. I frantically looked on Facebook. NOOOOOOOO, it didn’t work!!!!!
We went flying up to the gas station, and the bank machine and Interac were down… I was getting faint. Who has cash? Not me, ever.
We white-knuckled it home to Masset from Skidegate. I have since sent a thank-you letter to Dodge. The gas light was on the whole time but, gosh darn, we made it. It’s going to be handy information now that I’m gainfully unemployed.
I was grateful for the time it took to get home, coasting down the hills and driving like I had liquid nitrogen on board. It meant a few hours filled without jonesing to update my Facebook, or see what the Donald said on Twitter.
I rushed into the house, checking again for some sort of connection — not to be. I sat in shock. Thinking, how much can a person take? It’s already ten and it’s been out since seven-thirty. Time for my bath, now what? I thought, “Okay, it will be back on soon.”
I sat in the tub, staring at a dead phone. I decided to contemplate my life and the decisions I had made thus far. My life flashed in front of my eyes. Looking at my new million-dollar Apple time piece I was dismayed. It only took like, ten minutes.
I wondered if people out in the real world noticed the absence of Haida Gwaii online. Or at the very least the four locals who had access to the net. I pondered what was really going on in the world, were people spending money still? Did they know we were experiencing an internet outage? Did it make the news?
I fell into a restless sleep.
The next day, I found out it had gone back on at 2:30 Pacific Standard Time. WHEW. Of course all the updates were about what you had done in the meantime.
I look forward to the birth stories of November, right before the All Nate baby boom.
Some things happened in Masset this week, too. I joined a fitness challenge. The first day I was feeling sluggish. I put my iPhone on my washer while it was unbalanced (I may have planned that) in hopes that it would register some steps.
It did, however, there was a bit of a glitch. I also have the location on, so it looks like I was in one spot, being very active. The app took the information and I’m anxious how it will be categorized.
Do you have some junk? Or anything you aren’t using anymore? It’s that time of year, the start of yard sales! You can be part of the Giant Gym sale at the high school! Get your treasures together and pay $10 for a table. This great sale will be this Saturday. Call 250-626-3226 to reserve your spot.
See you there, it starts at 11 a.m., and if you have something you’d like me to write about let me know! We also have some amazing weddings coming up. Caitlyn and Adam will tie the knot August 4. Raven Ann and Andre will do so on the 25th, so exciting.
God bless and take care.