Fixing Things

The internet in our house went down today.  First it was the provider that was not working correctly and then when Tech Support (always state that in upper case, it makes them feel better) got things up and running, then the router crashed.  And, of course, it needed to be fixed. 
Now.
Really.....
Now.
So off to the local Wal-Mart we did go (after a lovely dinner of Julia Childs' recipe of Roast Chicken, fried french bread [made by George] with fresh tomato bruschetta).  Looked around.  Said eeny-miney-mo and ended up with the latest and greatest router.  Brought that puppy home, read the directions (yes, all of them) and proceeded to install. 
It did not work.  I tried.  I tried.  I tried.
I got more that a little tense and then our oldest called.  She has the damndest timing. 
She knew she would be moving.  Putting stuff in storage and she and her son would stay with us.  She needs to go to school.  She needs to get her various licenses that will enable her to get a better job.  One that will help her provide for herself and son.  Cait is working really hard towards that end.  But she needs help.  Knows it and came to us.  So back to the beginning of the paragraph. 
She is moving.  Here.
Landlord called.  A nice guy.  Even as a landlord.  A nice guy. 
Said he was able to rent the house she is in.  Could she be out by Wednesday night of this week? 

Gee, mom.  I need to pack.  I need a storage unit.  I need to go to school. I need to move things. 

My first response was not productive.  Keep in mind I was tense from the computer situation.  The other siblings in the house wanted to use their computers.  George needed to write his column.  I just wanted to surf awhile.  So, my first response was to swear.  Loudly.  Not a rational, adult thing to do.  I went and took a bath.  Always a solution.
George came in a short time later.  Stated Cait and Chris were here and the young man was fixing the computer and internet problems.  I had the cables wrong.  I also had the thing rigged to go too fast. 
George told me to calm down.  To essentially stop overreacting.  My reply was for him to go. 

So things are fixed.  Cait and Chris are making arrangements for the move.  The other siblings are in their respective rooms, probably on their computers and George is writing.  The dogs have us in their sights and things are right in the world again.

Sort of.  I think I need to stop and  look around.  Maybe I need to go back out to the winery and sit and listen.  Maybe I need to get up in the middle of the night and just listen to night sounds.  Let that peace wash over me.  Meditation has never been high on the list for me.  But listening I can do.  The dogs and I can sit.  I can listen and they can protect.