Sunday, January 19, 2020

The 25th Day of Christmas

One of my across-the-street neighbors has an attractive white fence along the front of his property, and this year he decorated the fence - all of it, almost 300 yards - with a string of Christmas lights.  It was really lovely.
Or perhaps I should say is - because they are still up and he still has them on every night!  
Please understand that I'm not being judgmental,  I don't mind at all and the do look nice. They're certainly not hurting anything - except maybe his wallet when the light bill comes due.
There is one thing that bothers me, though, and it's driving me nuts... 
The lights come on before the sun sets, then somewhere around 6:00 or 6:30, they go off again.  When we come back out an hour or so later, they'll be back on again and they stay on all night.
When, how and why he burns his Christmas lights is his business - certainly none of mine - but why he turns them off for an hour each evening has me baffled,

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Double Whammy

Just getting comfortable in our newly refurbished home, then yesterday we heard scratching coming from inside a wall of our office.  Some kind of critter, we're guessing a squirrel, is in there.  He'll stay quiet just long enough for me to hope he found his way back out, then he starts rattling around again.  We've got a pest control guy coming this afternoon.
If that wasn't enough...
Just before daybreak a huge limb fell and tore the power line away from the house.  The Entergy serviceman came out and pulled the fuse at the transformer.  He said to call an electrician and when it's fixed they'd come out and turn our power back on.
Related, but I'm not sure how, we lost power to the plug behind our new range.  It must be a loose wire, since I've checked all the breakers with no result, and that seems to be the only thing in the house that isn't working.
The only good news in all of this is that our generator works.  It is the only time we've needed it since the flood, and it's working like a charm.

Monday, January 6, 2020

Central Texas Funeral

You who know me, or follow my blog, know that I hate funerals, avoid them when possible and have even specified in my will that I am not to have one when I die. That being said, I attended one of the most beautiful, most touching and most quintessentially Texas funerals ever this past weekend.
My son-in-law's father died January 1st, and the funeral - graveside service only - was held on Saturday. Thomas Lee Ischy was born in Leander, TX, but lived most of his life in the little town of Bertram.  He had been bedridden for years and hadn't been out in public for at least a decade, so I was amazed at the number of people who showed up to bid him farewell.
I don't have an exact figure, but I'm guessing the crowd was at least 250.  The little two-lane road to the South San Gabriel Cemetery was lined on both sides for over a half a mile, easily over 100 cars and pickups.
Aside from the funeral director, the preacher(s) and one DPS Trooper, every male  over the age of three was wearing Wrangler jeans, and about a third had belts with trophy buckles. I lost my boots in the Imelda flood, so I was one of only about a half dozen who were not wearing well worn cowboy boots.
The trooper was obviously armed - wore his pistol on his left hip in a cross-draw holster - and I'll bet that, in the unlikely event of any trouble, he would have had a ton of backup.
The service itself was quietly dignified - a fitting tribute to a great man who was obviously respected and loved.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

New Start

We weren't sure we were going to make it, but we were actually able to move into our newly refurbished home in time for new year's.
Here are a few pictures to show you how it looks...










Saturday, December 28, 2019

Banner Day

Today is a very special day here at the old Boggy Thicket.
It's the day Honey and I celebrate our 55th wedding anniversary, and this year it is also the day all of our new furniture is being delivered.  I'm pretty sure which one has my darling bride more excited, but I know better than to ask.
We're still camping in the back yard, but may actually celebrate New Year's Day in our refurbished home.

Thursday, December 19, 2019

Almost There

The stove I mentioned in my last post did get sold, along with the microwave.  So did the old washer and dryer.
We now have a 120V outlet for the new range, but the propane line is behind some built-in cabinets about three or four feet from where it needs to be. The contractor is supposed to be sending a guy out today to run a new line so the new range can be hooked up tomorrow.  We haven't seen him yet, but he better show up - we have had Buster Brown Propane scheduled to come tomorrow to do the natural gas to LP conversion and install the range.  They have a wait list, and it's been scheduled for the past three weeks.
We have painters, a sheet-rock guy and the carpet installers all working in the house today.  It's a madhouse in there.
Our contractor says we will be in our house by New Years Day.  It won't be a minute too soon.

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Saga of the Kitchen Stove

We bought a new kitchen range and microwave to be installed as part of the re-do on our flooded house.  The physical dimensions on both match the ones being replaced, so it ought to be  pretty straightforward, right? 
Nope. Not even close.
The old range was electric and the replacement is propane.  The range we had before the one we're replacing was propane, so there is a propane source in the wall, but they sheet-rocked over it and now they have to knock out part of the wall to find the pipe.  The new stove also needs a 120 volt power source but the only power available right now is the 240 volt wire that powered the electric range.  It ain't rocket science, it can all be corrected, but it is a pain.
I sold the old range and microwave to a lady who is converting her trailer to all electric.  She was supposed to come get them last weekend, but for one reason or another, pickup keeps getting postponed.  I just had a call from her and she said that she has the money in hand, but didn't want to come get them in the rain.  She begged me not to sell them to anyone else, and swears they will come get them this next weekend.
Aside from waiting (which I despise and am not good at doing at all) the biggest pain the old stove has created is that I had told her the appliances got really dirty during the kitchen demo and that I was selling them as-is.  Then this past weekend, when we thought she was coming to get them, Honey announced that she was not letting anything leave here looking like that, so we spent a couple hours cleaning them up.