Consider this an open letter of apology to my cable company. On Wednesday I wrote about a sudden storm that showered the island and supposedly knocked out my television. It seemed like a perfectly good assumption at the time. After all, when I was shopping for a cable television provider I’d been told a number of times how the rain affects WOW signals across Bermuda. However after a quick call to the company—and a surprisingly pain free house call—they determined that the workers renovating the upstairs apartment unplugged my antennae booster. That’s it. I now know this is true because we’ve woken up to yet another wild storm—a thick blanket of rain that has engulfed the entire island. It’s pouring here and yet I still have TV. Remember those S and Q meters I blustered about? Well, they’re at 94 and 98, respectively. Good news all around, especially since I’ve been watching a shaggy palm tree blow in the breeze for the past thirty minutes (see above). It’s almost like I’m a character in Homer’s painting, Hurricane, which is fine by me as long as I can watch the news later on tonight.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Here Comes the Rain Again (Part Deux)
Consider this an open letter of apology to my cable company. On Wednesday I wrote about a sudden storm that showered the island and supposedly knocked out my television. It seemed like a perfectly good assumption at the time. After all, when I was shopping for a cable television provider I’d been told a number of times how the rain affects WOW signals across Bermuda. However after a quick call to the company—and a surprisingly pain free house call—they determined that the workers renovating the upstairs apartment unplugged my antennae booster. That’s it. I now know this is true because we’ve woken up to yet another wild storm—a thick blanket of rain that has engulfed the entire island. It’s pouring here and yet I still have TV. Remember those S and Q meters I blustered about? Well, they’re at 94 and 98, respectively. Good news all around, especially since I’ve been watching a shaggy palm tree blow in the breeze for the past thirty minutes (see above). It’s almost like I’m a character in Homer’s painting, Hurricane, which is fine by me as long as I can watch the news later on tonight.
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