Sometimes I think Wildblue is just screwing with me.

It’s Spring, which means it’s windy. About ten days ago, in the middle of a major windstorm, my satellite connection went all to bits. It’s an old story: Click a link, go make a sandwich. Come back later to see how it went. Long-time readers will recall this is hardly the first time.

The dish is on the south side of the cabin, which is also the drip side, and I have already purchased – though not yet received – the replacement OSB sheathing which must be replaced before I can put up siding or even tarpaper. So let a picture tell the tale…
I just assumed the wind had readjusted my Snuffy Smith dish arrangement to its own liking. It’s been nearly two years since those bolts actually held anything. But when I put a signal-strength meter on it, I was assured that the dish was smack in the middle of the beam and all was well. Some evenings I couldn’t use the thing at all, and we already know the excitement and sense of urgency a service call stirs in the breasts of Wildblue personnel.

I figured I’ll be taking the damn thing right down off the wall pretty quick anyway, and in the meantime I’ll live with it. Then this afternoon – in the midst of a pretty good wind, though hardly what I’d call a storm – it suddenly started working fine again. Go figure.

No assurance it won’t go right back to its tricks, since I’ve no idea what the problem is – why it came, and why it went away. It’s annoying.