The Internet on this bloody island died last night at just past 11pm … right in the middle of an important skype call and long before I was done with all I had to do.
My ISP has a “hot line” which is ALWAYS switched off outside of working hours … so actually cold as a corpse … but I do have the manager’s private cell phone number. Dialing fingers, for sure, only to find that that phone is also switched off .. en tenye, in Creole.
Fuck.
So, I go to bed. Fine. Whatevahhhhhhhh …
As always, I’m awake before 6am, grab my ‘puter, and, of course, find that nothing has been fixed and there is STILL no access. Dead as a doornail … and thanks for the explanation of that term, Andy …. as it was before I hit the hay.
Dialing again … Romano, Selwyn, Richard-the-hot-line-guy-for-the-night … en tenye.
Fuck.
I’m cursing island life, the cavalier attitudes of everyone with a job they are supposed to do … for which they charge a bloody fortune, by the way … stomping around infuriated by people who turn their phones off rather than do their jobs, and waiting for 7:00 to roll around in hopes that by then one of these incompetent jerks will be awake and reachable.
Then, what to my wondering eyes does appear before me?
A double rainbow just off my bedroom balcony.
Huge, it arcs from one side of the bay to beyond, emptying its pot of gold on the beach below me.
Okay. Fine. I get it.
I have work to do, people to contact, connections to make, demands upon me …
AND
A double rainbow to put that all in a beautiful perspective.
I’m paying attention now.
(I’d provide a photo of said double rainbow, but … the batteries I just bought for the camera are dead fresh out of the pack.
Island life … sigh.)
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 