About 6 months ago, while I was still living in Va Bch, I suddenly became unable to respond to articles or create new posts, so for all practical purposes, I vanished. Naturally i got in touch with JU staff about the problem - wanted to make sure there weren't blocks on my account for some reason. There were not.
Then a weird thing happened. I took my MacBook to school because one of my classmates was running a wireless network there, and the computers the Navy gave us to use in class didn't even allow us to google anything. Oddly enough, I went to JU during lunch one day, and oh wow! I could post!
So...I mailed the admins again. It was clearly the IP. For some reason, somehow, my IP at home was blocked. I guess they never figured it out. So I solved it myself. I waited until it was time to move again. Now here I am in San Diego, and whaddyaknow? It all works now. Surprise, surprise, surprise. I hope whoever moves into the house we were renting for our short stay there isn't a JU.
Speaking of houses, the housing situation out here is pretty cruddy, but we just accepted the terms of a counteroffer on a 2600 sq ft "mansion" in La Mesa. I never imagined owning anything that big. I hope it goes through. Mari and I are both anxious to have OUR place. And fortunately, there are enough rooms in this place for each pet to have their very own room to destroy.
Had a good time driving from east coast to west coast with my son, who just graduated from High School. Father and son cruising Las Vegas in a Miata with the top down was a pretty cool deal. Lost a few hundred bucks, unfortunately - my gambling luck is very streaky. Won 700 last time I was there. I think me and Vegas are about even, which means I'm still beating the odds. The words of an optimist.
Mari is going nuts. Her Mom went into the hospital for her 3rd knee surgery last week. Apparently Mom doesn't understand that walking on an unhealed knee is bad. She won't call nurses to help her, she just tries to get out of bed on her own. So Mari is either working or in the hospital room doing Insane Mom watch 24 hours a day. To top it all off, her Dad just called saying Mari hadn't shown up to relieve him. It's in the middle of the day. Turns out there were a few emergency items at work and she couldn't get there. Poor guy is missing his beer and his nap all because my wife has to do that ridiculous "job" thing.
Oh please let us get this house. I can't stand this insane asylum much longer, and my poor spouse is a thread from a nervous breakdown from two parents that saying are "acting like children" would be a compliment.