What a tangled web we weave...

What a tangled web we weave.....

When we attempt to install a new cable box.  I spent a good part of the afternoon battling the Medusa of wires behind a desk and large tv stand.  Our home office, which I commonly refer to as command central, looks like the Sunday ad for Best Buy.  We have so much electronic energy flowing in there, that the fillings in my teeth tingle.  We each have a desk with our own computer.  Roger has recently up graded to the sleek MAC desk top.  He never eats fast food, but when it comes to electronics, he says "supersize it!"  He has a printer scanner.  I have a small desk with  my laptop and a new oversized Air printer so we can print wirelessly from our I Pads.  We have a HD TV with a separate DVR.  We have a cell tower extender for decent cell phone reception.  We have a paper shredder.  We have a wireless home phone which isn't really wireless since it has a phone jack cord and power plug.  And we keep an old fashioned phone handy in case of power failure.  Did I mention the router with the very teensy serial numbers that we often need to refer to?  Time to tackle the serpentine tangle.

So, Roger comes home with the new cable box, three unlabeled bags of black wires, and a new programmable remote, no directions included.  He hands it to me and flees the building for six hours.   I put on some nice New Age music with birds, piano and ocean waves.  I get on the floor and do a few yoga stretches for the necessary contortions to get to all of the wires.  I get on my knees and pray for the wisdom and guidance needed from whoever is the patron saint of technology or hopeless causes.  I was blessed. It only took ninety minutes and nerves of steel to unplug and rearrange the plugs to fit in the power strips, connect the cable box, discover the code to sync the tv to the cable remote and clean all of the wires that were coated with dust since our last purchase.  I can confess to uttering only two expletives when I attempted to get up off the floor.  My dreams of joining Cirque du Soleil were drowned out by the creaking joints and groaning muscles.  Another fantasy gone for good.

Back to the comfort zone of my kitchen, I try to decide which I need more, a big glass of wine or two extra strength Tylenol.  Both win out.  Now the fun of deciding what to prepare from my early morning foray to the farmers market!  I may just start with fresh figs and a sharp Asiago.