THE BEST LAID PLANS OF MICE AND MEN

I knew exactly what I was going to do today. I was going to get up...daven...blog and visit bloggers...write another chapter of 'Emma Shelby is No More' my novel (I am finally into the last third and heading for the post...sigh)and roast a chicken with vegetables...make mashed potatoes...go through my e-mails...wait for my student and then hustle my bustle to pick up sweetsie tootsie from his gan (nursery school). Sweetsie girl is being brought to me by a nice neighbour, thank you very much.

Then the phone rang. And it was my friend Rena. She is HOT and I am YES. No, nothing sexy and/or exciting, HOT is her cable server, and mine is YES. Hot is taking off BBC Prime and mine is not.

Of course she did. She moved to YES. On Thursday. I helped her. But...and here comes the exciting part...they forgot to mention that they were disconnecting her from her internet server and that she had a slew of stuff to do in order to be reconnected. VEY.

Now Rena cooks. She is a great cook. She is even what you would call an expert cook. But Rena knows squat about stuff that has to be plugged in anywhere. Squat/gornisht/nada/klum!

I know a little more that she does and together we manage to limp along in the technical world.

I will make a very long story short by telling you that Rena has now been disconnected, by mistake, from the internet since Thursday.

This morning she called me beside herself and I called YES and we had a conference call. Dontcha just love how that sounds? And I explained the story to Shabbi and he said that he would love to help but she has to go to Bezek ( our version of Ma Bell) and pick up the modum and then connect it.

Connect it? Herself? I don't think so!!!

Add to this mixture the fact that it was pouring rain. I mean pouring.

So picture this, I am standing in my living room in the all together wrapped in a towel trying to talk to Shabbi. Rena is standing in her living room in the altogether and I don't know if she has a towel while she is talking to Shabbi. There is no heat in either of our houses as we don't leave it on at night. Freezing and gorgeous, I mean pictures of lovliness the two of us are trying to get her computer connected.

Nope. Nothing to be done. We have to go to the Bezek Store downtown. She quickly dresses. I quickly dress. We drive downtown to the Bezek Store next to the Central Bus Station and of course there isn't a parking place. Why should there be a parking place?

But am I not the White Witch of Jerusalem? Of course I am. Not only did I steer us to a parking place but I got the rain to stop while we were running from the car to the Bezek Store. Yahooooooooooo I love it when it works.

The bottom line is we got the farkakteh modum, we got back home safely, the chicken and vegetables are roasting in the oven, the potatoes are cooking on the stove, I checked my emails, I'm writing to you, and I still have a half hour to daven before my student arrives.

Ptew! Not a bad morning's work.

So from me to you, a sweet shavuah tov.

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.