Just When You Thought It Was Safe . . . .

Late last night we were surprised to learn about a back log of homework from Man Child. That is not unusual for a 14 year old, but the problem is summer school is over this week. Not much time left to make the magic happen. We will survive.
I had the honor of meeting with the one of Jack's teacher this morning and that made me feel a bit better. I was able to get done with that meeting just in time to get home to meet the electrician. He was supposed to be at the house at 8:00 am. I cleaned up e-mails and watched the newest reality TV program on Bloomberg. I believe the name of it is Debt Ceiling Debate.

By 8:20, I sent the following text to my contractor. 8:20, no electrician, I am not at work, I work so I can pay you, get the connection? That helped a lot because the electrician showed up immediately. Ok maybe not immediately, maybe at 8:25. Well maybe it was closer to 9:05, but what the heck. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to work?
Antonio, the electrician, explained he was sorry but there was traffic. Gee I wondered what all those cars were called. I showed Antonio the electrical quirks of the poltergeist house. Wall plates going dead for no reason, one griddle in the kitchen shutting the down the entire downstairs and half of the radar array perimeter for Camp Pendleton, GFI breakers that only seem to blow when I am on page 11 of Barron's in the commode. (I tried to recreate that for Antonio, but couldn't.)
Then Antonio was off to make the house safe again for blow dryer usage. It was soon after that that what he was doing was actually a two man job. Try the socket, trip the GFI, go back to the panel and figure out what breaker ran what part of the house. Don't get me wrong the former owner of this was as a master carpenter. His wainscoting and crown molding is artful. When it comes to his electrical skills, he was a great master carpenter.
So Antonio isolated some of the circuitry in the master bathroom, where we were having some serious GFI and breaker busting. He asked about blow dryer usage and "curlies" (Curling Iron). He wanted to know how long Devin ran the blow dryer. I explain d that Devin uses the blow dryer to heat most of south orange county. I believe there is a whole chapter in "The Inconvenient Truth" about Devin's blow dryer and global warming. As I explained this to Antonio he laughed and laughed.

Then I showed him the shimmering light of the wine room. Since the flood, the little light over my work area flickers. We still do not know why the light is flickering, but Antonio convinced me that it really set the mood like flickering candles atop basket woven Chianti Bottles. Sounds good to me. At least he did not charge me much for that advice.

As he was leaving, Devin grabbed to make sure we tipped Antonio. I missed almost a full days work so he could come back and re-fix some of the things we thought he had fixed a few weeks ago when Devin tipped him when he left. He said he will come back and tackle the Chianti bottle flickering light and we will probably tip him again. Anybody else see a pattern here?
Tonight we are cramming for the homework catch up. So let me get to the market wrap up in case if the homework goes into the wee hours of the morning.
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