Peas Replanted - June 26, 2025

Monday morning, our internet went out.  I unplugged the modem and plugged it back in, but that didn't fix it, so I called for repair service.  The repairman showed up late morning and got the internet up and running and asked if our cable service was okay.  Come to think of it, it wasn't.  Over the weekend, we'd gotten several "Sorry for the interruption" messages on the tv.  The repairman fiddled with some stuff, called for reinforcements.  It seemed that something was amiss with lines up the road, which had to be fixed by a different set of repairmen.  My repairman said he'd be back to check on things later in the day, after the other guys had fixed the issue, but he did not show up again.  

Tuesday morning, we were scheduled for maintenance on our A/C units.  This dude showed up early, did his business, and was out of here by 10, and I was able to do some of my errands.

Yesterday morning, we still had no cable service.  I called the company again.  The technician did some troubleshooting over the phone and said it looked like everything was okay in the house.  Evidently, the problem up the road still had not been fixed.  A repairman would contact me sometime that day.  It was late in the afternoon when he arrived.  He tested our equipment and said that, evidently, the problem up the road still had not been fixed.  A different repairman is supposed to contact me today.

I'm about to get irked.  I don't really give a rip about television; waiting for repairmen is the problem.  Four days in a row.  Good thing I'm retired.

The Husband came home from work yesterday, surprisingly ready to get to work on the lawnmower.  We moved it into the shop and jacked it up and untangled the mole trap from the blades.  One of the blades was bent, and we don't have a spare.  Changing the blade will have to wait until the weekend.

Since we weren't working on the lawnmower, I decided to till up the rows where the purple hull peas had not come up.  While I was tilling, The Husband checked the tomato plants for worms.  When I turned around at the end of the first row, he was standing there, watching me work.  I suggested that he get a rake and smooth out the rows to prepare them for planting.  He did so, and as I started down the third row, he got out the bicycle-on-a-stick planter and began planting the peas.  Gloria, the little red tiller, quit for the third time as I was working on the 4th row.  By this time, I was too tired to crank her again.  We called it quits in the garden, both of us soaked in sweat.  I showered, and while The Husband showered, I warmed up our supper.  By bedtime, I was feeling the tilling.  Popped two Tylenol and hit the sack.  Slept all night.  Didn't even get up to pee.  

I need to get back in the garden this morning.  The last two pea rows need attention.

But I'm waiting on a repairman to call.