A Bury Productive Day

MONDAY. The unthinkable has happened. We never saw it coming. Today, without warning, two men arrived in a truck marked "Titan Communications," digging apparatus in tow.


Against all odds, a length of orange coaxial cable is now buried under our road. It extends from the pole across the street to our house. I have yet to hear from Comcast about bringing the cable inside the house, but it looks like we're almost there. I keep reminding myself it still may be several weeks before a technician appears to connect us. Nonetheless, I'm utterly amazed we've gotten this far, and even more astonished at the vast reserves of patience I've discovered.

It makes me wonder what I'll complain about after the Comcast installation is completed. I suppose the weather--a perennial favorite--is a possibility. The fact is, there's very little to complain about here, other than things you'd find just about anywhere: bad drivers, litterers, and pounding car stereos audible from a half mile away. And then there's the current political climate...but we won't even go there.

It's not a question of reframing, because my cup is neither half empty nor half full. It's nearly overflowing.