Siliconchef by Brian Richardson
It’s not often you hear a homeowner complain that there isn’t a big hole in their front yard.
Due to some sillines between a lawyer, a banker and a county clerk (no, this is not a ‘guy walks into a bar’ joke), I still don’t have a building permit. Fortunately I have the magic document that will fix the issue … so my builder will get the permit on Jan. 2nd. My builder is eager to start … I am told that the bulldozer will be running before the trailer even arrives in the yard.
While I wait for my basement to appear, I can marvel in the work of Bell Sloth. It took them two weeks to fix lines that has fallen into my yard … two weeks! The power company had fixed their lines before I even knew there was a problem (and they even came back within 30 minutes of my wife’s phone call to reassure her none of the lines in the yard were dangerous). I had to call Phone, Inc. four times before the damn thing got repaired, and they still left the pile of old wire in my front yard (weasels).
Maybe I can sell the old wire on eBay and apply it to my next phone bill? VoiP is looking better every day.
Anyway, Suzan and I will head over to a friend’s house tonight to ring in the new year playing silly games & watching DVDs. Joyce and Aaron took part in last year’s electron-less celebration, and also came over for the expatriate Thanksgiving. This should be a good night.
