OK! Dweebert and I went up to the cabin. It was hit and miss all over the place whether or not the cable, meter, and pole repairs were ever going to get done due to weather. First it was on, then it was off, then it wasn't going to happen, and then they did it. PG&E came through, in the end.
We got there Friday night, a half hour before dark and checked it out.
There were no fires, electrical or otherwise.
We flipped the main switch, then the rest of the breakers, then waited for it.....waited.....waited......
Everything worked! No explosions! No fires! No tripped breakers!
So, there you have it. You've been waiting for it. You've been on pins and needles. Now it's happened: the re-wire was a success. All circuits are go. We have lights, we have hot water, we have baseboard heat, we have a stove, we have a vent fan OVER the stove!! Woo hoo! And it only took 2 years.
OK, three. But it's quality work!
And the revenuers never caught on.
I know! WTF!
So Dweebert and I did some stuff. We fixed the wall. We put the base cabinets in the kitchen. Dweebert installed the cove-base on the mudroom wall, and we installed the dryer. I don't really want to talk about the cove-base installation, though. There was lots of bad language and tears.
But, then we did some laundry and dried it.
Whoa. That made the whole cove base fiasco worthwhile. Even though I thought I heard an f-bomb or two, which is very inappropriate.
Then, Dweebert broke the beautiful counter top he made. God was a bit upset that he made a perfect thing, so, in His infinite wisdom, He caused the old table we were using as a workbench to collapse, thereby sending Dweebert's creation dashing to the floor where it hit on the optimal place to cause the most possible damage.....well, possible.
Dweebert took it pretty well, considering.
I spent some time under the house. This is not my favorite place. I did not see my friends the salamanders, this time. They help to make the whole under-the-house experience somewhat more tolerable. I suppose it isn't the right time of year for hot salamander love.
But here's the best part: we took nice hot showers!! Indoors! I took two! One at night, one in the morning! Indoors! Woo hoo!
We both went around turning electrical stuff on and off will-nilly. Pretty soon, we got jaded.
So there you have it.
Stay tuned for the next installment, whatever it might be.
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I can't imagine why no one has commented on this. It's exciting stuff. Wowsers! That part about the explosions not happening really had me on the edge of my seat.
I know! WTF!
But, since you're the only reader of this blog, and you barely ever read it, it's not THAT surprising.
Wake up your writing hand, my brother. In keeping with the spirit of admiring great movies, I was moved to tell you that I was working on a song whilst watching the classic movie channel and ran across "Tammy and the Bachelor", with Debbie Reynolds of course and my pal Walter Brennan. The reason I had to urge you to take a look is there's a guy named Pete who drives a sky blue '52 Plymouth Cranbrook convertible throughout the film, which pretty much puts it at the top of any serious list. Many other nice cars here only serve to advance the mythology of the Cranbrook. And of course Debbie Reynolds is sexier than just about anyone.
I know! WTF!
Debbie Reynolds is underrated. Maybe because no one likes to think of her crushed under Bert Reynolds.
Wait. Weren't they married? Or were they siblings?
Either way, I don't like thinking about him crushing her smokes.
Your pal, Vance
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