Every time we get a storm, one or both of my cable connections goes out. For this last snowstorm, I had 27 hours of television stored up from being out of the house for eleventy billion days straight, so it didn't matter that I couldn't get the telly to work. (Only one of those numbers is an exaggeration.)
The bedroom television went out as well, and hasn't come back on. The last time this happened, I kept putting off the call to the cable/satellite people and eventually, I push the reset button and it came back on. This time, I've been pushing the reset button for almost two weeks now and I keep getting the same message: "Searching for satellite signal".
I left the house at 6:45 this morning, and got home at about 7:45 this evening (Crazy Daisy spent the day at her vacation home- the parents- since I'd be out all day and other various reasons). I have a field trip tomorrow and 4.7 loads of laundry and dishes and other miscellaneous sundries, and, I really wanted to take a bath. So I decided it would be a no-tv night.
It's actually very relaxing. I've gotten a load switched to the dryer, one in the washer, the clothes off the bedroom floor, and the dishwasher is ready to go as soon as I go to bed.
I'm breaking to do this post, and then I'm up again to sort a few more things out before my bath and bedtime wind-down. In passing the television, I decided I'd call the tv people this weekend, but since I know they're going to tell me to push the reset button, I'll do it one more time just in case.
You know where this is going.
My television now works fine. On my no-tv night.
Of course it does.
P.S. In composing this post I've discovered that I have no idea how to spell satellite, and it's driving me crazy. I understand The Aunt's frustration with the lack of a spell checker feature on the posting.
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