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Postcards from the Pacific Northwest [20160429|04:23]
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
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[the weather today is |pleased. also, jet-lagged]

Keiki with Grandma & Grandpa
Grandma and Grandpa teach Keiki how to make a grass blade whistle.

The wild Keiki in the grass
Behold the wild Keiki in the grass.

It has taken three days of my six-day trip here to sort out my parents' internet connection, which is a bit longer than I'd hoped to spend on it. The important thing is that it seems to be working now. There was an intermittent problem which took a while - and multiple calls to service provider & visits by technicians - to fix. They ended up replacing all of the coax cable ends and connectors from the pole to the wall socket in house and that did the trick. The last tech also found a problem with the incoming signal from the roadside, which has presumably been affecting all my parents' elderly neighbours whether they knew it or not, so that should get fixed as well. Probably after I leave, which is non-ideal, but it will hopefully end up helping to vindicate the World's Most Expensive Tech Support Trip.

Last night I made the mistake of going to bed at 21:30, which meant I was wide awake at 04:30. It's going to take a lot of cups of tea to keep me awake for another 2.5 hours. I'd better get started on that.

ETA: Forgot to tell the best part of the story so far, which is the bit where my parents meticulously recorded my flight details on their wall calendar...on the wrong day. This resulted in me popping out from baggage claim after my (delayed) 9.5 hour flight and an hour's slog through immigration/border control with my suitcase and a delirious baby in a pushchair and not finding my father, who is usually strolling up and down the Arrivals hall.

I got out my mobile and dialed my parents. Dad answered after three rings. "Hello?"
"Hi Dad, it's me. Where are you?"
"I'm here!"
"Okay, where?"
"What?"
"Where, specifically, are you? Are you in Arrivals, or the car park, or outside?"
There is a long and ominous pause.
"I'm at home. Aren't you arriving tomorrow?"
"...No, Dad, I'm in the airport."

NB: My parents live over an hour's drive from the nearest international airport. That was an expensive taxi ride.

I'm sure this memory will be funny eventually. Like in five years or so.

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[User Picture]From: mysterysquid
2016-04-29 11:44 (UTC)
Oh my stars and garters.

You are Best Daughter.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2016-04-29 22:07 (UTC)
Heh. Thank you. I'm probably going to want a holiday after this "holiday". *flump*
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[User Picture]From: beamjockey
2016-04-29 22:30 (UTC)
...hopefully end up helping to vindicate the World's Most Expensive Tech Support Trip.

I thought about several ~$300M Hubble repair missions, but then realized they could be ruled out on the technicality that they did not travel to anywhere in the "World."
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2016-04-29 22:44 (UTC)
Ha! They qualify as space's most expensive tech support trips, though, surely.
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