Good Morning!!!! 61F @ 7:45AM. Sunny to partly cloudy. High around 80F. Winds W at 5 to 10 mph.
RNG, sure hope friend finds out what caused his problem while on motorcycle.
Looks like it's gonna be like trying to get a mule to climb a ladder to get 'em to see a doctor...
We all pay for each other, that's how insurance works, but I am not losing any sleep when folks with houses at the shore scream over their flood insurance bills. I sure don't want to pay more because many want to live on the edge.
That's the way it should work, Drew, but with all of the properties in insurance companies databases (us, too) they've been able to segregate the higher risks and defeat the whole principle of insurance. I thought I'd be able to purchase homeowner's insurance from the big companies for the new house in an urban neighborhood, but that's turning out not to be the case just because it happens to be in California. Some companies are also disqualifying me because of losses due to natural causes (wind and wildfire) in an entirely different house 700 miles away.
if you've ever inherited an electric panel with illegible acronyms and scribble done years before
by marking pen on the panel, you will appreciate a labeling machine
That's been the case at every home I've purchased, Drew. On this latest one, some of the breakers were buried under covers inside the Tesla inverter, and the all black plastic interior made it hard to see that there was even a cover! It was even hard to find a make and model number on the darn thing to download installation and owner's manuals. On the main panel, they used a pencil and scrawled the text to the point it was mostly unreadable. Several times I've had to resort to flipping breakers to find what controlled what. The garage is especially bad, as different walls are on different circuits, same with the overhead outlets for the 4' florescents.
Overall, the City is a mess. Sad to see it, still nice areas of course,
Glad you were able to get in and out safely, Ken. I spent a lot of time there in the early 80s when I lived in San Jose and dated a gal that lived there. It was a lot of fun riding a powerful motorcycle on city streets, and there was no problem with parking. But not long before I retired, I was going to a urologist at UCSF hospital and it was a royal PITA to get there. Drive to the end of BART, ride an hour, then city bus, which turned out to be unreliable. I remember one time the bus broke down in a tunnel, and I ended up walking several miles to the BART line. By then I had a smart phone so I could navigate with the map app. These days wild horses couldn't get me to go there.
The latest Facebook Marketplace idiot wants to know how much firewood it would take to fill up their Toyota Tacoma. No clue as to what size bed or how much the suspension would take, so all I could do was tell them to read the ad for pallet size and weight and figure it out themselves.
Not to be outdone, there's the guy that didn't buy the Holsclaw motorcycle trailer I have for sale, but wants me to tell him where I purchased the tires and shocks on it so he can replace the ones on the trailer he bought from someone else. It's a scary idea that these people probably vote, too.
Gotta get the trailer parked and unhitched from the van today, and maybe wash the Camry before I move it over there, too. Maybe use it to run an errand or two first. Lots of "opportunities" to work on when I get back; choices, choices.
www.trulia.com