Each claims to be faster than the other. But now that my Verizon has been installed, I can say it's definitely faster than my old Comcast, which, if you remember, used to be Home.com.
Joe from Verizon was here for a couple of hours.
My new email is Ruth Deming at Verizon.net. It's not activated yet.
BUT I don't know how to get it on my Inbox, the way I have my Comcast emails right now.
At the last minute when he was ready to go, I remembered I needed another account for New Directions.
As I told our support group last nite, I had jokingly put the names "Barack and Michelle" into a CC, but they kept coming up. So when I sent out emails from New Directions people did indeed think I was in touch with the Obamas.
Hey, I'm good but I'm not that good.
Of course, the New Directions@verizon.net would be taken. Joe suggested I use the same Compass123 but I wanted something more identifiable, so I selected NewDirectionsSupport@verizon.net
Feel free to email me something!
While driving this morning, before the rain began, which it did late, around 2, I knew I was gonna write a poem about our late night trip to IHOP.
THE
POTBELLIES STORM THE
JENKINTOWN
IHOP
All
across the nation
the
International House
of
Pancakes opens its
loving
blue arms
a
shelter from
the
dark chilly
night
so
brightly lit
we
blink our eyes
as
Brittanie leads
us
to our seats
The
endless pot
of
coffee is brought
out
and I fill myself
with the soothing
hot
liquid I desire each
time I pass a
Dunkin or a Starbucks
Does
the coffee have any
flavor?
Not really but
it
sure looks good in the
white
IHOP mug
My
potbelly could hold
a
two-month-old baby
were
my nubility not a
thing
of the past
My
friends
Harriet
- Karen - Christopher
Brett
- Ron and Elissa have
smaller
bellies than mine and
order
up!
Suddenly
we are transported
to
the African desert where
Mount Kilimanjaro soars
in
the distance. Inside our
flapping
tents, Brittanie and
a
young Ernest Hemingway
with
mustache and piercing
black
eyes all women dream of
march
in with our order
Blueberry
pancakes with a
side
dish of sweetened blueberries
French
toast with banana and
strawberries,
“A
favorite of mine,” says Papa
and
Brittanie nods
For
Karen, both pancakes,
eggs
and hash browns
Christopher
goes for the
piles
of whipped cream
“My
second wife Pauline
ate
too much whipped cream,”
said
Papa, “but by then I had
fallen
for Martha”
The
only potbelly who did not
drown
herself in pancakes
was
Harriet, not Tubman,
of the slave revolt,
but
Harriet, president of
our
Flat Tummy Club
Elissa
has a cat to come home to
Brett
a dad
Christopher
a madhouse
Harriet
a Steve
Papa
a shotgun
Karen
a man
Abrams
a bike
Deming
a red couch
Where
she dreams of an eternity
sipping
hot coffee
and
eating reams and reams
of
whipped cream on
chocolate
chip pancakes
up
to the sky.
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