The state of my rural Texas internet

- My internet service -

The way I get internet is to turn on my cell phone hotspot and connect to my laptop. The phone is placed in a strategic position, atop a mirror, to obtain the maximum service in this area, two bars.

I've had satellite internet, but not since 2012, when DishTV changed their provider from WildBlue to whoever, and expected me to pay for new equipment. Perhaps, if they had been forthright about the change, I would have been willing to pay. Instead, they used a service call situation to say my dish was irreparably damaged and I needed all new equipment (after I took down the old dish, I saw all it needed was a new transponder, a small one or two inch box, that water had leaked into after the casing was broken by hail ).

Also, I told DishTV, before the installer came out, that I would not be paying for a new pole or whatever, a gimmick that has been used on me at least three times, to get me to hand out $100 on the spot. The installer asked for the money, I yelled, and that was the end of that.

Every once in a while I'll do a long search session to find new service, but the heavy handed sales jargon and the contracts and  the credit check, which will cause my credit rating to go down a couple of points, discourages me.

Also, I want internet service that will allow the playing of video games. The kids like that. It's just not available.

Until a real solution is found, I will continue to transmit these words via hotspot.

We all fell in the pit

- West of Camp Springs -

Hopefully not! The title of this post is just an allusion to a sitcom I like, Parks and Rec.

Anyway, the purpose for the activity that was mentioned last post has come to light. It's a huge water pit being dug for forthcoming oilfield activity. A water well was drilled on this piece of land back in January, according to a well report on the Texas Water Development Board website.

Other interesting information from the TWDB site is that Fisher County is in the Clear Fork Groundwater Conservation District, atop the Seymour major aquifer, and Blaine and Dockum minor aquifers. I'm not sure how well I deciphered this, because I clicked on a random well on a map on the site, which just happened to come up as a well of one of my relatives, Floyd Weems, and it says his well was drilled in the Whitehorse Aquifer, while other information points to the Whitehorse being in the San Angelo area.

According to the Well Owners Guide to Water Supply, published by Texas A & M, we are considered the North-Central Plains.

This is one of those times when the amount of information is too much for my mind to hold. Go on, just do a search for Texas aquifers and prepare to be overwhelmed.

More digging and dozing is going on at a new spot just west of the Camp Springs Cemetery, in Scurry County. This is directly across from the Houston 76 Unit, a horizontal well. There was a patch of dead vegetation where they are digging. I guess I'll watch and listen and do some digging myself, and I'll report back here when I figure it out.

Another project

- Dozer work -

There's a little activity going on out here in the Hobbs area, this time a mile west of my place. I don't know if it's domestic or oilfield related. I haven't found any drilling permits for this specific site, unless it's like Tigger and it's an offshoot from another location. There's an old dry hole very close to where the land is being dozed, and there's a new permit south of the area. Time will tell.

Where are the pickles?

- Pickles -

I broke up with my boyfriend several months ago, and I have convinced myself, not once, or twice, but three times, that he has come back and stolen my pickles.

It's only a brief belief, but I go to get the pickles and can't find them and start frantically searching for them. One time it was as simple as moving the tea picture to find them; one time I was truly out; and lastly, there was a new jar in the cabinet.

It's truly ridiculous to think that someone would go to such trouble to take something so innocuous, which makes me think it's genius.

I don't want to reunite, but sometimes it nice to think someone would be thinking of me, even if it was just to steal my pickles.