The last few days have been pure hell in, as the state’s welcome signs say, Pure Michigan.
It started the day we moved in to a vacation rental in Petoskey, a resort town on Lake Michigan in the Lower Peninsula’s northwest corner. It was a beautiful old two-story house on East Mitchell, nicely furnished with antiques. Gorgeous old homes landscaped to perfection decked the streets on all sides. The rate was $135 a day for a minimum stay of a week. That’s moderately priced in this area.
Only one bad thing. No Wi-Fi. Still, no sweat. We had Nebra’s I-phone. We could create a Hot Spot with it, and I could tap into the Internet with my year-old Acer laptop.
That’s the way it was supposed to work. Trouble was this. “Nebra’s I-phone,” as it was officially designated by her, would not converse with my laptop. Every time I clicked on “Nebra’s I-phone” I was told no connection was possible. It was the same story day after day for three days.
I did notice something right away but didn’t think much about it. “Nebra’s I-phone” appeared on my laptop’s list of potential Internet connections as “Nebra€s I-phone.” What was a euro sign doing there? Finally, as frustration built, I asked Nebra to go into Settings and rename her I-phone using anything but an apostrophe. She changed the name to “Nebra I-phone,” and, voila, I’m in like Flynn again, on the Internet. My laptop, so it seems, could not translate her apostrophe.
Happy days are here again.