Not Seeing the Forest for the Trees

#sol22- Oct. 18, 2022

Some parts of my day feel flexible and other parts feel squished for time. My coming home routine often lines up just right and set me up for success- today was not one of those days.

It’s Tuesday, so I was thinking about slicing on the way home, planning to write about our opinion writing start. Check.

I got home and scooted upstairs to grab the reusable containers the lovely delivery people I often order dinner from could get back from me when they deliver tonight’s eggplant parmigiana. Check

Dinner is usually delivered between 4:15 and 4:30- it was just after 4:20, so I went downstairs to wait. Check.

I waited and waited and waited.

When J showed up at 4:45 I was still fine- it was nice outside and I would still have time for a quick shower before my online writing group at 5. Check.

Then the apartment manager approached me as I hurried to the elevator to let me know the new router he had ordered was in. “You just need to plug it in. I set it up already,” he said. Check.

I took the elevator up to my floor and a minute later there was a knock on the door- one of the security guards handed me. the new router. Check.

And here is where I went wrong. I tried to squeeze in that one more thing…

I unplugged the old router and plugged in the new router. Nothing…no wifi.

I am not a quitter- I turned over the wifi- saw a user name and password, so I tethered my phone to the computer andentered and entered them. Nothing. Worse, it said “That network does not exist.”

I tried a few more things- also to no avail. Then I messaged the manager and shared the screenshots. I kept fiddling about, noticed he had no read my messages, then decided it was time to catch him before he went home for the night. I let the phone ring just a 1/2 ring- just enough to have hime check his phone/

That worked- he messaged me back that he would be here soon.

“I thought I set it all up. Let me check,” he said, unplugging the router.

I told him what I had tried.

“Oh, right- I changed the user name so it is not the one on the router- it is the same as your last router’s- your apartment number.”

Umm, I thought to myself- how was I supposed to know that?!

Because the network name was the same I had to figure out how to get my computer to forget that to enter the new password. Happlily I could Google that on my phone and after a few false starts (he wasn’t sure exactly where he had put spaces, etc.) we were off and the wifi worked.

By now it was 5:20 and all my frustration was with myself. Why had I either not tried to set up new wifi until after my writing time or plugged the old router in when i could not quickly sort things? It seems like a metaphor for me in so many wasy- sometimes I get so “stuck” on the path that I am on that I do not easily see other possibilities. So, tonight I am reminding myself to breathe and look for other ways. I took a quick shower and joined more than 30 minutes late- late is NOt my favorite thing. Sigh. It’s all good.

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5 thoughts on “Not Seeing the Forest for the Trees

  1. “And here is where I went wrong. I tried to squeeze in that one more thing…”

    This line!!!

    Such a universal feeling that all your readers can relate to.

  2. When you think it’s all under control and the unexpected hiccup appears – annoying for sure. It’s all in the past now. Breathe and write.

  3. But Erika, I need to know–did J have the eggplant parmigiana? Also, have been guilty of that one more thing. You’d think after all these times I’d learn my lesson.

  4. Happens to me too! Today it was trying to squeeze in one more thing before I went to volunteer at grandson’s book fair. Even old retired people face this. I felt the frantic pace as I read your words. You captured it well!

  5. I read your post with a knowing smile. It’s…kind of like ice skating. As soon as you think you’re gliding around looking cool, THAT’s when you’re going down on your hind parts.

    I’ve tried to tempt fate as well – with technology, with tasks, with thinking I could just do that. One. More. Thing. And yes, every so often I succeed. And yes, every so often it goes haywire.

    All of which is to say, I’m sending solidarity…

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