Novel notes, Christmas wk, Sunday, December 21, 2014
No ‘This Day in Texas History, children, the mean ol’ cat ate
our interweb.
On the morning of the Winter Solstice Romex gnawed through several small yet critical wires in the electronics bay at The Wilderness.
”.We’re dead on The Interweb.,” David announced at large from the lookout seat. A laptop sat open on a small shelf in front of him. “Why are we off line?”
“We’re dead on the side of the Great Information Highway,” Paul, David’s near life-long friend, answered from below, “because some critter or critters unknown chewed through several bits of wiring. We’ve lost the wifi satellite receiver, the router and the cell phone charging station.”
“Are you shitting me?” David responded. He flashed on a mental image of dinosaur carcasses lying stiff-legged and limp on the sand.
”I wouldn’t shit you,” Paul replied. “You’re my favorite turd.”
“Can you fix it?”
“With what shall I fix it, Dear David, Dear David?” Paul responded, singing in a rich baritone. “With what shall I fix it, Dear David, with what?”
“With a patch, Dear Pauly, Dear Pauly.” His own voice still had its tenor lilt to it. “With a patch, Dear Pauly, Old Pauly, with a patch!”
