Tuesday, July 22, 2014
death walks the line
Death comes quickly on the beach. Especially for electronics.
Early yesterday morning, we experienced one of our denture-rattling thunderstorms. Around 5 AM. I know the time because I had just slipped onto my bed and drifted off when I woke to bright flashes and almost–immediate booms.
When the lightning and the thunder are that close together, so is the risk of damage to my electronic buddies.
Because I had not yet set up my usual computer table array, my laptop, Kindle, and new telephone were plugged directly into the electrical outlets in my bedroom – without their usual prophylactic surge protectors. They were easy to yank out of the wall.
I headed into the living room. My modem and telephone were connected through a high-quality voltage regulator and surge protector. I spent the extra money on that piece because I knew that I could not always be present when thunderstorms struck. They could wait.
Instead, I went into the kitchen and unplugged the microwave. While I looked out the back door at the sound and light show, I considered unplugging the telephone-modem connection. Just then, a bolt of lightning struck somewhere nearby. It felt as if the house had been hit. My friend, Ed the Artist, said the same thing about what I suspect was he same strike.
The clicking in the corner of the living room was loud enough that I knew something had happened. Apparently, three somethings. The modem was dead. The surge protector was dead. And, with a little investigation, it appeared the telephone line to my house was dead – even though some nearby neighbors still have telephone service.
Like everything in life, there is a sequence. I need to call Telmex and report a dead modem before I can pick up a new one in Manzanillo. That is problematic. In the past, the company has required me to call from the telephone line associated with the internet connection. The line that is dead as a toe-nail.
I will also need to buy a new surge protector. Probably once again from Office Depot in Manzanillo. That is fine because I need to drive down there to purchase a nano SIM card (or, Slim card, as we say in Mexico) for my new HTC. It has had no connection since I flew out of Los Angeles on Saturday.
Of course, none of this matters until I can figure out how to get telephone service restored to the house. I suspect the problem may be in the house’s wiring. And that is a topic I will need to discuss with my ever-efficient landlady.
When people ask me why I moved to Mexico, I tell them the primary reason was because I had become too comfortable living in Salem. I wanted to wake up somewhere each morning and not know how I was going to get through the day.
Sunday morning Mexico delivered in spades. Just another adventure in what is turning out to be a very good life.