Bocci anyone?

As you may have guessed from previous posts it is really hot around here. Today at 4 pm the thermometer rose to 110 degrees. Now, the heat doesn't really bother me but what does is a rather disturbing correlation between the heat rising and my internet service pooping out. Every day since last Wednesday, my service has gone out at 11:30 am but comes back on line every evening around 7:30. Argh! My mood swing is mercurial...when the internet is out, I am down in the dumps; when it is back, all is right with the world and can't even recall how annoyed I was just a few hours earlier. Yet, as these outages persist, I have decided to conduct a highly scientific "charting" experiment to see if sun spots, the changing gravitational pull of the earth and/or heat temperatures, are in fact linked and reeking havoc with my internet connection. Come on folks! Let's give a girl a break here. You know it is absolutely essential and vital that I check my e-mail at least twenty times a day and surf the web just as many.

Ahh, well...what to do, what to do, when the internet goes down...that is besides panicking and driving Comcast crazy with five calls a day to their service center to check in with the mother ship. Let's see. I've gone to the mall. I've actually grocery shopped. Oh yes, I even cleaned out the two "catch-all-junk" drawers in the kitchen. I fell asleep, on my bed, over an Italian grammar book while watching an Italian situation comedy show (sorry about that RAI, but sometimes your programming isn't all that captivating!) I have been to the gym a couple of times and even seen the inside of the local library. So, yes it is nice to know that there is life beyond the internet...kind of.

I have to admit though, the most fun I have had in the last five days since the internet has gone down has been at City Beach. My husband and I and a group of friends hightailed it over to this local hang out spot last night, where we ended up staking a claim on one of the bocci ball courts where we proceeded to play a "friendly" men-against-the-women tournament for about five hours. I am not going to point any fingers...but some of us may be just a teeny bit competitive. And despite the fact, that I quite possibly, may have been playing under the influence of a Cosmo or two (and also maybeeee some red wine), I have to admit that I am a pretty darn good bocci ball player. Soon I too, will be carrying a little ruler around with me like the gentlemen in Italy do to measure the distance of the balls. Bocci is my new calling in life..as my youngest would say...it's heck-a-fun. So, if you are looking for me when the heat rises and the internet goes down, you will probably now find me on some Bocci ball court perfecting my toss. Bocci anyone?