Life with Jake......Firing up Ol' Betsy!
Jake, my dad, refuses to purchase DSL internet service. He tried it once and didn’t like it. He said it didn’t work properly. I told him it was an operator error. I explained that the service did work properly but the computer he was using couldn’t handle the new technology (their computer is about 10 years old with a 50 MB hard drive - yes, you read that correctly - 50 MEGABYTE hard drive). So, they live in the Stone Age and use dial-up internet service.
Jake says that DSL is a waste of money and that the providers of such services are thieves. I explain to Jake he should upgrade to DSL if for no other reason than to make my life comfortable when I’m visiting. Do you know what it is like not having internet access for days on end??!!! The withdrawals are painful – very, very painful. This amount of deprivation is not healthy for me. Jake tells me that if I need to use the internet he will be happy to fire up Ol’ Betsy. Ol’ Betsy is the pet name he has assigned to his archaic computer and dial-up internet service. I tell him I would prefer to drive 100 miles and smoke a Camel rather than deal with that mess.
One morning, as we are standing in the kitchen chatting, he said he wanted me to look up the telephone number for Dial-A-Nurse (sheesh) on my phone. I wanted to suggest that he fire up Ol’ Betsy and look the number up himself, but I was respectful and complied. In less than 60 seconds, I was writing the number down for him. I took this opportunity to once again tell him that if he had a modern computer and DSL, he would have been able to acquire the number that quickly himself. He said that it would have only taken him half a day and that he could do other things while waiting on Ol’ Betsy to get going, therefore it would be a waste of money to get DSL. I shook my head, sighed deeply and walked out of the kitchen. After all, who can compete with Ol’ Betsy!
Just so you know, he discontinued even the DIAL-UP service. Ol' Betsy lives no more!
I suppose that I should point out that my dad was a state auditor. When we were younger and had our first checking account, he would make us reconcile the account every single month down to the penny. If we were off by one single penny, we couldn't leave the table until we went back over the entire account and found the penny! He still does this -- my parents get paper statements. I do not get paper statements and if the account reconciles to within $1, I'm good with it. Not really, old habits die hard. I have to find the penny! :-)
So here is your laugh for the day! Circa 1972 - Christmas. As you can tell, "teasing hair" and wiglets (partial wigs or whatever they were called) were quite popular -- on my mother, not me!! I must have grown a few inches AFTER my mother bought these costumes. Do you see where those sleeves are on my arms? Psst...I'm the one in the purple crushed velvet pants. The legs were just as short. I made up for it by wearing my fake patent leather black boots! I was stylin' and profilin'...LOL
Now quit laughing and go read/comment on my "Rocking to the Beat" post!