Ah, that is the problem.

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I didn't realize the phone line didn't come in with the power line.  You don't know many things until... well, until you do!  Now I do.  As well as the phone line coming in from another, different, pole system, mine was down altogether.  So... that would be an automatic problem.  The phoneman is going to hook it up, for now, but call in for the line to be buried.  It comes through a rough area, where branches fall often, and larger branches.  So they will just bury it.  It sounds smart to me.  I always worry about water and such, in this area.  Though that might not be an issue here for a long time.  All good.

I'll check the phone from time to time, as he is working.  When this is done, and my mother obtains a phone of her own, I can kick cellphone service.  If I ever need a phone, I'll buy one of those card-Walmart (or other) phones, get a card and charge it, then destroy it when I am finished with it.  Long travel, and some other things, might make that advisable.  The nice thing is, with a sledgehammer and a few minutes, it is securely disposable.  And it can be charged, and kept in a small faraday cage until needed or disposal.  I hope cell companies go bankrupt for the anti-Americanism they have helped precipitate.  And the politicians and bureaucrats who worked that need to be go away.  It is too bad they won't be fired and denied their pension.  Just doing my job is not the right answer.  Though, who knows.  It might still happen.

This means, if I can keep at things, I might be able to pick up the meat and maybe get in for a bit of shopping as well.  If, today, is a key idea.  If, if, if.  All good, there is tomorrow.