I feel very special that Frontier has sent a van and a truck to hook us up with fiber optic. In this DIY house of inexpensive and/or repurposed materials, the modem and router feel out of place. Internet is faster here than in the city. I don’t feel confident I can keep up with the previous owner’s hacks, and I’m nervous about a professional plumber’s or electrician’s judgement.
The installer up in the bucket also keeps beef cattle. I admire his economic diversification. He gives me a lead on horse manure. Chasing down the lead, I run into a lamb farmer in the next village. He is a fellow downstater and immigrant. He cautions me against the perfidy of local contractors, and gives me tentative directions. The manure man is very conscientious; his product is not yet composted enough to kill seeds that passed undigested through his horses’ guts. I should come back in a month.