A Jaunty Little Blog

Beyond The Pool…

Hey there!

You must be beside yourself wondering what I’ve been up to.

That makes two of us.

On Stoopid Tuesday I voted, at the urging of our Governor, to put the state in hock up to its eyeballs with a fifteen billion dollar bond measure. I even threw caution to the wind and voted to allow budgets to be approved by a simple majority as opposed to the current two-thirds rule. That measure failed, but the bond didn’t. Chalk that up to the power of Arnie (I guess), or perhaps the power of the his fellow travelers like our senior U.S. senator. We’re not partisan, not here, not a chance!

We’ll be paying that nonsense off for decades, but hell, as long as we’re taking care of the deficit its not a big deal. I tried that line with the missus trying to sell a solar electric system that I’d been pitched yesterday, but no dice. The initial outlay is twelve grand, which is wholly out of the question at the moment considering our finances, but it pays for itself in eleven years. Think about that for a minute. The system has an optimal lifetime of thirty years, so we end up with completely free electricity for at least nineteen years, and after that the solar cells tend to degrade a little, in a gradual downward slope.

We don’t pay very much for electricity right now, but the sales guy promised that San Diego Gas & Electric will certainly raise rates five percent annually! Good Lord! This is something like Armageddon!

Clearly something has to be done and that something is getting off of the grid. They want us dead—or worse! Unfortunately, twelve notes in the key of G are just not there right now. Maybe the MAN is holding us down just so that we won’t go off and do something dumb like stop giving them money.

For the time being, I think I’ll have to oblige.

By the way, did I mention the mold? Mould? Martians? (there’s an Opportunity for humor here, I just know it. – ed Memo to Sean O`Keefe: The Amazon Tip Jar is in the link bar on the right. -bob)

My nephew’s dad owns a condo in town and his tenants must have thought that the water leak in the kitchen would just go away. It didn’t. The cabinets are trashed as is the drywall behind them. The tile on the countertop is popping up, the grout is gone. It’s a stinking, living, breathing mess and I’ve committed myself to fixing it. Okay, I’m going to at least help fix it.

The problem is that I haven’t figured out where the leak is yet. And that’s a big problem.