I had a plan . . . it was a great plan. Totally switch around the rec room, take the computer desk out and move it into the boys' room, put the computer elsewhere in the rec room, move the couch back, open the room up.
Behind the computer there was a nest of colored wires . . . red, blue, black, white, cream, yellow, grey . . . thick, thread-skinny . . . all twisted together, braided up. How hard could this be? They're just wires. I executed this puzzle brilliantly. Everything taken apart, put right back as it should be. Mmmm-hmmm.
The assumption was, then, that the computer should now recognize my hard work, my flawless deconstruction and reconstruction of wires and connections, my total conscientiousness in remembering all its intricacies.
Reality is, in fact, that although the wireless connection is working brilliantly, putting out a strong signal, doing its best, there's not an electronic device in the household that can access or communicate with or connect to the DSL's nice, strong signal . . . no desktop, no Ipod, no cell phone, no laptop. Nothing. The wireless might just as well be speaking in Mandarin Chinese and the devices decoding in the Castillian dialect of Spain. There is no communication.
Apparently I don't know as much about technology as I thought/wished I did.
So, I am now posting from the library computer, with 5 children playing Runescape and a squalling baby to my left. Geek Squad, how quickly can you get here???