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susandennisI got an email from Mom about 4 p.m. her time that her TiVo was not behaving. She's actually getting pretty good a troubleshooting. What she forgets is to get up and go down the hall, past the door of the next room - the guy who always keeps his door open and his TV on - if he has snow, then the problem is her cable. They are building a new wing and I think the workers like to fuck with the cable cord.
Today she tried some troubleshooting and by the time she sent me email, lordknowswhat was going on. So I got her to go unplug, count to 10 ("Mississippi's or regular?" "Doesn't matter - just take your time, I'm not going anywhere."), and plug it back in. TiVo does not have an on/off switch so unplugging is the easiest way to reboot. Then she had to get back into her chair and find the telephone receiver. And then find the remote and by this time we were getting some TiVo signing on stuff. A few clicks later and she's back in the saddle again. And so grateful.
"That private education was the best money I spent."
I went to what was then (60's) a very snotty girls prep school - Salem Academy for Females. It was expensive. All of my teachers were really and truly older than god and two of them actually wore their hair in one long braid wound around their heads. We were required to take Latin. We learned to curtsy. And the proper respect for domestic employees.
We had zero TiVo training.
Sometimes I just wonder at Mom - 82, hardly able to get around, on oxygen 24/7, can't remember shit - and yet, she can let me know - via email, no less - that her TiVo is broken. Ya gotta love the priorities. I do anyway.
Today she tried some troubleshooting and by the time she sent me email, lordknowswhat was going on. So I got her to go unplug, count to 10 ("Mississippi's or regular?" "Doesn't matter - just take your time, I'm not going anywhere."), and plug it back in. TiVo does not have an on/off switch so unplugging is the easiest way to reboot. Then she had to get back into her chair and find the telephone receiver. And then find the remote and by this time we were getting some TiVo signing on stuff. A few clicks later and she's back in the saddle again. And so grateful.
"That private education was the best money I spent."
I went to what was then (60's) a very snotty girls prep school - Salem Academy for Females. It was expensive. All of my teachers were really and truly older than god and two of them actually wore their hair in one long braid wound around their heads. We were required to take Latin. We learned to curtsy. And the proper respect for domestic employees.
We had zero TiVo training.
Sometimes I just wonder at Mom - 82, hardly able to get around, on oxygen 24/7, can't remember shit - and yet, she can let me know - via email, no less - that her TiVo is broken. Ya gotta love the priorities. I do anyway.
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Date: 2005-05-02 10:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-05-03 12:53 am (UTC)Sounds like a place for budding drag queens.
When we meet you will show me a proper curtsy. I have no idea what they officially look like.
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Date: 2005-05-03 02:29 am (UTC)Curtsy?! For you?! BUT Of Course! Besides, it's pretty much the Southern Belle equivalent of drop and gimme 20. Not that anyone would EVER take me for a Southern Belle (and live to tell about it...) But, yes, I'll save my best curtsy for you.
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Date: 2005-05-03 01:09 am (UTC)Yeah, I want to see a curtsy...in Crocs.
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Date: 2005-05-03 01:31 am (UTC)