Saturday, March 23, 2013

A Phone - Finally

We purchased our hideaway paradise before school started and immediately set about to secure all the utilities so we could move in.  Actually that only consisted of ordering the electric and phone since heat came from a dilapidated old fuel oil furnace and what wood we could chop and water came from a spring feed well pumped into the house by way of a garden hose laced through the kitchen window and taped to the faucet on the sink.  Pretty ingenious, not very attractive, but we no longer had to carry it from the well in five gallon buckets.  Hot water was heated on the stove - again, we didn't have to carry it and it was hot.

The electricity worked fine, the furnace worked okay after the initial lighting when hubby ordered us out of the house and halfway up the mile long driveway while he stayed behind in case said furnace exploded and blew him and all our worldly goods into the next county.

The telephone was a different matter.  Since it had been ordered before we moved in - and told they would be there at the first available opportunity - we were a little surprised when that opportunity did not arrive until the following March.  Thankfully they had all the appropriate markings on their truck and I was sure they would not be coming into the house since I just knew our first phone would be placed atop a pole outside our window like the one on the TV program "Green Acres".   You can imagine I was again surprised when they did come in and installed the phone in our living room.

They had been working on the outside pole for about an hour when low and behold the phone actually rang.  I ignored it, thinking it was the installers checking to make sure it would ring.  It rang and rang and I ignored and ignored.  Finally I got tired of the constant ringing and grabbed the received and practically yelled into it "am I supposed to answer this".  Hubby, God love him, replied, "well, isn't that what you are supposed to do when a phone rings".  I am sure the installers were listening in and must have thought I was the county bumpkin just like I thought they were. 

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