“Off The Grid” is another one of those romantic notions that city folk have. To those of us in the country, “the grid” is a lifeline.
Here at the ranch our water is supplied by gravity from a spring up the coulee and we have an endless supply of firewood. Meat is just out the front door. A generator is ready for the infrequent times the power is off. But I depend on the internet.
Rather than a trip to town and a long slog through several stores to find what I want, I have purchased mitts, hayhooks, tractor parts, and tires on-line. It’s much easier to shop for books at the comfort of my desk – I can buy new, used, even out-of-print books with a mouse-click.
But this morning I am really frustrated! The satellite internet service is down.
I had intended to send a book off to be reviewed, but I can’t log on to Stamps.com to print the postage. I need to make my monthly federal tax deposit which I do on the Electronic Federal Tax Payment System website. I can’t check the weather, and of course I can’t post my whining until I have internet access again.