Good Morning!!!! 51F @ 6:15AM. Sun and clouds mixed. High 63F. Winds light and variable.
Don't know what got into me to make me so talkative last night. I'll try not to get so carried away in the future...
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Got the van down to the auto glass place without losing the motorcycle off the bumper hitch, and told the owner's son not to get water on the roof and not to force the shift linkage. Made it home OK on the little Yamaha, again passing through Paradise, and not noticing a lot of progress in cleaning up the fire ravaged homes. I got voicemail from the kid saying he'd found lots of leaks, and drove up to where I had reception to find out more. He'd flooded the roof with water, and no surprise, a lot of it made its way inside the van because the trim pieces for the popup tent haven't been installed, and neither have the hold down bolts for the back of the luggage carrier. Hence why I told him not to get the roof wet. To top off this magnificent performance, he wiped out the shift gate between neutral and reverse, so I'll be under the van today trying to figure out what he broke. And no, he didn't find the leak I needed found.:grumpy:
I did enjoy a nice breakfast while I was in Chico, but missed a friend who was passing through town. We'd hoped to get together for lunch, but I was too full and had to meet someone at the house that afternoon anyway. At least I thought I did, but I was a day off and he'll actually be here today. Fat fingered the iPhone again.
I'd been going back and forth on a proposal submitted by a surveyor for a property line survey. The proposal didn't include all the work we'd agreed to, and left costs being billed as time and materials, an open ended arrangement as opposed to the firm fixed price we'd agreed upon. When I pointed these errors out to him, his response was that he wasn't interested in the job any more. I figured that if he can't even get the contract right, I didn't have any confidence he'd perform the work correctly either, and told him thanks for letting me know that. His response said he didn't understand why I'd reached that conclusion, and just cross out what I didn't like and write in what it should say, then initial it. I don't do business half-a$$ed like that, especially when I have another bid from someone that at least appears to be acting like a professional.
In the short time that was left over, I managed to find the little plastic vault that covers the telephone line splice where it comes down from the cul-de-sac along the driveway. Best of all, the fire hadn't touched it. AT&T is supposed to be out Thursday to get the telephone working again, and it would have been embarrassing to have the problem turn out to be on my end of the line.
I also cleaned up the mess of fence tension wire the neighbor had left up in the easement, and which had become entangled in a few of the trees I had to remove from there. The stuff is really stiff and strong, and it takes a small pair of bolt cutters to get through it. I'm lucky I didn't lose an eye trying to stuff it into the garbage can. I made sure that the rest of the reel went in first so the neighbor won't be laying anymore booby trips unless he makes another trip to TSC.
Yesterday was a day for dealing with idiots; hopefully today will go a little smoother...
Pic is before mushroom compost was added. The one brussels sprout plant and one fennel was left by the last tenant.
