I had to dog-sit for my family on Wednesday. Mom was at work and Grandma and Grandpa were going down to Austin (to visit the Spam museum, of all things), so the constant pooper Jacques (or Jockie, as we affectionately call him) would have been all alone. Mom couldn't have that, so I spent the day at the house. No internet outside of my mom's room was finally driving me nuts though, so I figured I'd install wifi in the house.
It was actually much easier than I thought it would be. The router isn't the best, but I wasn't willing to spend more than $50. But I don't care. It works well enough for me. And this way, if I come over to work there again and if anyone else comes over who needs internet access, it will be most helpful. My mom even offered to pay me for it! Perish the thought, I told her. It was my idea after all. It proved troublesome once, when I was setting it up. I accidentally unplugged G&G's phone. Whoops. Luckily for me, my grandfather is pretty handy and Jason at MediaCom was very nice. All patched.
Adding wifi to the family home base was a little weird, though. I felt like I was incorporating a change into such a constant and permanent structure. At first, it felt somehow wrong... Like I was pushing my family into a new age where robots and spacemen existed and did battle with each other. More than that though, I really just worried about causing more technological problems in the house. There have been many changes in that household's history... most of which I've been witness to. I remember the change from cords to cordless phones, 8 track to record to cassette to CD, VHS and laserdisc to DVD... I've even seen minor changes that have put the household in an uproar. Changing the doorbell for one. Jake and I trying to remove the stupid bells that Grandma kept on the door (we learned quick to not mess with Grandma's bells). Refrigerator changes too, were even a big deal. One that makes water automatically thrilled my grandparents. The microwave too, was a huge new appliance. And of course, over the years, the televisions have grown and become clearer.
Aside from items of a technological nature, I realized that not much else has changed at the house. The same cookie tin is there, as is my Grandmother's mother's cookbook that she displays. The squeaky bread drawer, the wire chicken above the fridge... many other little items that I could find if I had to. These things have always been there... And I don't think I could part with them if I had to. I've played with so many of the mundane items around the house, and made a place for them in my life, even though they weren't my possessions. I think it's that selflessness that my grandmother has, sharing her things and encouraging imagination, that will make going through the house (many years from now I hope) very difficult. But I think if I take a long while doing it, I may have a lot of fun.
Jake and I can find items we remember and play with them again. I'll have to find our Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to hide in the chicken basket.
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