Hello, Hello baby; You called, I can't hear a thing....

And I have follow up on my Murphy's Cabin Christmas!

In the spirit of the season .... er the situation, I quote Lady Gaga (listen here while you read, or, better yet, watch the lovely "Afghanistan / Military" version, which is my favorite, here):


Lyrics | Telephone lyrics

Hello, hello, baby;
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see…
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me…
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.

Just a second,
it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
a drink in my hand, eh…
You shoulda made some plans with me,
you knew that I was free.
And now you won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

…

We're sorry… the number you have reached is not in service at this time.
Please check the number, or try your call again

***

So. Now that I have set the scene and provided the tools to understand the situation, here is the actual situation:

Mr. Nice Repairman telephoned me to let me know he had managed to fix my telephone. YAY!

Um, the not so yay?

Seems that yes indeed, someone hit the telephone line that stretched across the trail head and to my home. This time, not hard enough to knock the line down (which is why when I checked it, it "seemed" fine), but enough to stretch the line.

What is completely bizarre though is that there are two separate phone lines within that line -- the previous owners of the home had two different lines / numbers. Yet whenever whomever hit the main line, that managed to stretch to the breaking point just one line. My line.

Of course.

Yet, thankfully, due to the previous owners having had that second line, Mr. Nice Repairman was able to simply switch my number to the still working line. Unfortunately though, he pointed out that this line was also not in the best shape, and clearly if someone hit that main line overhead one more time, this line would likely give out too.

Oh, and as I pointed out last night, since I am a "drop down" line -- ie, my cabin is the only reason for that separate line down into the forest -- there is not a lot of reason and sense (economic of course) for the phone company to want to replace that line of their own volition.

Oh, and even better news? Although yes, the phone company is considering eventually extending DSL / high speed internet to the small town closest to me, because I am a "drop down" line, this actually would not impact me at all. I would have to request special service and effort to get the DSL at my cabin.

~ sigh ~

Well, at least I do have land line phone service again. As let's face it, my cell service is spotty and erratic at best, nonexistent at worst.... And while I have discovered texting is more reliable, er... possible -- even that sometimes fails...

So I suppose I should start memorizing the lyrics....

I can't hear a thing...
I have got no service...
Oh you're breaking up on me...
Sorry, I cannot hear you...

Oh, and, perhaps most important:

And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand....

:)