the big, bad meanie truck that took out the telephone line and poles...
a snapped off pole...
that's our telephone line dangling above the middle of the road...
the super duper telephone repairmen...
a brand new pole...
they had just got the new poles planted when suddenly, out of the east...
the downpour came and we ran for the house...with the biggest drops ever- and Steve ran into farmer Bob who lives within 3 miles of us east, as the crow flies, and they got nailed out there with 9/10 of rain, wind, trees down everywhere- and we only got 1/10 here and some wind but nothing like what they got...
the big, bad meanie truck was removing the neighbor's tree when this all happened right after lunch...which wouldn't normally be too bad...but- we have our phone, cable and internet with them...we were the last to get ours back on- at 8:30pm- it was so pathetic...we were are experiencing symptoms of withdrawal from the internet...and the phone...and the tv...Steve got the pc first...I had the phone...Craig was getting baseball scores off of the tv...
I think it's safe to say we are addicted to electronics...it's so sad...
