Speaking of Changes…

I finally finished wiring a phone jack into my office in the apartment.  This was made interesting by the inability of the electrical snake to go up between the walls without getting stuck.  Basically the wall is plaster over horizonal wooden slats.  Between each slat is a space.  The snake gets caught on those and that’s it.

So the cable comes through a tiny hole in the ceiling tile an inch from the wall, down along the wall to the jack just above the baseboard.  Since the plaster isn’t keen on taking screws, the jack required strategic use of hot glue.  All I need now is a staple gun to affix the cable to the wall rather than having it dangle loosely against the wall.

Now the DSL modem is under my desk.  I wasn’t able to move the router, which is on the floor near the office door, because the network cable to Deb’s computer in the living room isn’t long enough.

Previously the DSL modem was under the kitchen table, along the wall near the door to the office.  A phone cord came from the high wall jack next to the outside door, through the air at approximatey neck level to me, looped over a pre-existing nail in the wall above where the table is, then went down along the wall to the DSL modem.

Since moving here, we have been ducking under the phone cord to get to the bathroom door.  No more.

Except it’s ghostly hard to forget!  Every time I go that way I “see” the wire hanging there and have everything I can do not to duck.  The first few times I passed “through” the cable that’s no longer there I said “wow, that’s so weird.” Not just weird having it gone, but weird the reflexive behavior and the ingrained visualization of what should be there based on long experience.

It’s been a few days.  I wonder how long until I no longer “see” or have the almost overwhelming urge to duck under what’s not there.

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