Update At 1130 I can see why, given the list of rejected advertising slogans:
LEND A HAND It sound like the slogan they all really want to hear is "ANONYMITY GUARANTEED".
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Update At Monday we hit 101 officially - which felt like 113 with the humidity - and need I remind you our air conditioner was out. The temperature down here rose to a nearly-unbearable 88, but I had invested in some additional fans (presuming that my investment into a dehumidifier might not help enough with the AC), so I sent the kids over to play at a friend's house (with AC) and stayed home to work (without AC). In the basement, it rose to 88.9 at my desk (a full degree cooler on the floor), so I just kept chugging along - and sweating. Tuesday was the day our repairman was promised to arrive - which was also the day the heat broke. The day dawned cloudy, muggy, and much cooler - I think we hit somewhere in the low eighties. It started raining Tuesday late afternoon, and stayed raining through early Wednesday morning - we accumulated 3.74 inches of rain (officially), which made up much of our 4.24 inch deficit so far this summer. As it fell over a 15-18 hour period, most of us benefitted. Some poor folks got hit with F1 and F3 tornados, but we were fortunate that nothing more severe than loud thunder came past. Late Tuesday the nice people from the repair shop called to let me know that, since the rain was falling, their repair guys had to slip our scheduled appointment from Tuesday to Thursday. Well, since someone found the door to the blast furnace and closed it, we were doing much better. So that was fine. Wednesday was gorgeous - I think we hit a high of 84, but it was a much dryer 84 (the dewpoint dropped from the tropical upper seventies to the upper fifties - quite pleasant). This morning dawned similarly, so when the AC repair guy showed up, it was just a minor inconvenience, rather than an "oh my God thank you Jesus" moment (as it would have been on Sunday or Monday). The very good news is that the total repair cost was $145 - $20 for parts, the rest for labor. The bad news? My air conditioning unit is ten years old - on the inside of the expected livespan of 10-12 years (it's a carrier). My furnace (it's a GE) is on the outside of it's expected life span (it's a 1985, on the end of it's 15-20 year life span - which is odd, since my father's home has a furnace running fuel oil which is still running fine some 70 years after it was first installed). And my duct work needs cleaning - which will be a horrible undertaking, as about half of our ducts are currently behind, surrounded by, or otherwise obstructed by furniture. Yikes.
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Update At I'm well aware that these days, a huge portion of this sort of crap can be slammed off without human eyeballs ever really seeing it - and now is something that would never be caught in a spell check (grammer, perhaps). But is it wrong of me to immediately discount this woman because of her mistake? I know that advertising costs money. I should think that a careful, detail-oriented person (such as the type I would want my real estate agent to be) would be capable of effective and proper speaking, and writing. I do not demand "above average" skill - just simple basic skills - the ability to use the correct words, etc. And, given the number of times this letter is probably disgorged, I'm certain this woman is paying lots of money for her reputation to be flushed down the toilet. The second question I have is should I correct her on it? Sure, I'll come across as a bitch, and I don't mean to be. I know my father would sigh heavily and say "you know better" when he saw something like that from me - but I would like to know when I do things like that. If no one told me how to properly use the English language (such as it is), how would I get better? A large part of me says to not say anything - because, frankly...
All in all, I probably won't bother.
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Update At 2330 Work is picking up - and I'm once again in a position where miracles are required, and inadequate information/tools/training are standard. What else do you expect? I'm not getting paid for run-of-the-mill miracles here, but special ones. So I persevere.
On another front, I have to confront the final demon in my closet (I hope). My mother and father sold "the ault homestead" this last week. Dad got a 20% premium on his asking price (nice if you can get it), but there's significant confusion still abounding - so there's little to rejoice about. My elderly parents are now looking at moving from the ancestral home they've had in their family since before my father was born - it started life as his father's "out of town cabin". Before we lived there, it was my grandmother's house.
The odds are pretty good that the person who bought the lots will be bulldozing much of the tree population to build some rather ghastly monstrosities. I won't go back there once mom and dad leave - I couldn't bear it. I will always have the millions of memories, but little - if any - of the land. So it goes. And, in reference to the title line above, I'd like to introduce you to the newest Dominik. Lily.
Nuff about that for now...
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