We’re moving at the end of April to little house on the Western edge of Arlington, VT. It’s in a nice little place with a few neighbors dotted about, a river nearby, and the former home of Norman Rockwell two miles down the quiet dirt road. We have plans to tear up the gray carpet in favor of laminate and will certainly take down the funky paneling in favor of paint, using colors that I have appropriately obsessed about for two months now. Will Robert Carter Plum work in the office by the way???
With the exception of finding out the home had been swept away in a flood, I am trying to think of something else that would be as devastating as the news I received yesterday about our new home. Perhaps rodent infestation would be worse, but it’s close. Anyway, I found out that Verizon’s DSL is not available that far out of town.
My heart sank when I heard the news. I didn’t talk too much about it with Julie because this only verifies (in my little suburban mind that is) what I’ve been saying all along and what she disagrees with consistently: we are moving into the middle of no where.
That’s technically not true. We have neighbors. The town has a name. There’s a store three miles down the road. But for me the availability of high speed internet is no longer a nice perk. It’s a birth right. I must have it. And now I’m bitter at the state of Vermont for dragging its feet over high speed internet. 2010 is too long to wait. I feel like I’m on the brink of entering the stone age again.
My salvation took the form of Comcast. Though I despise the term “Comcastic,” my need for high speed internet trumped any other uneasiness about lousy marketing campaigns. I called Comcast, assuring them that cables were sticking out of the walls all over the place. Then the second bomb dropped, doing far greater destruction:
“That may not be a serviceable location for high speed internet,” the Comcast lady said.
“But, there are cables, many of them, at the house,” I replied.
“I’ll have to look into this. I’ll call you back.”
And now I wait by the phone, praying to God and the Comcast lady to make our new home serviceable for high speed internet even if it’s overpriced and poorly marketed.
I’ll do it. I’ll do anything. Just don’t condemn me to dial up.