Halleluia for Power

Dad just called and told me that the power is on in his house.
I know he called each of you in TN but this is for my blog.

I can hardly believe the level of incompetence shown by the trailer
installing company that was used for Dad's house install. Contractors
not showing up to the job was the least of the problems. Concrete
poured and cracking within days (Dad had them pull it out and redo
his sidewalk), concrete drive not poured for weeks, permit papers not
turned in to the county, documents at the county not reviewed, papers
not turned in from county to PG&E, electrical main panel installed
wrong ( you would think this crew had never done a modular before),
Dad and I dug the ditches for phone and TV ourselves, we dug the
foundation drains ourselves, we chipped the street curb for drainage
ourselves, Dad finally leveled and graded all the sand for his own
driveway pour.... it just has seemed to go on and on and on.

And I am not complaining. It has been genuine fun to work with Dad on
many of these projects. Mom has been a different deal completely. She
never did understand the issues involved in getting power but she
complained over and over "we have paid these people money for years
and look what they do to us... you, Craig, go over and try that wall
switch, see, it does not work, I have tried all the switches in this
house and none of them work... why is that?"

I just bought a filter cartridge for Dad's whole house chlorine
filter to help get his water tasting better. I need to go up and help
him start hanging the lid in the garage so he can get some wall
shelves installed and sort the rest of the stuff. Now that lights are
on Linda and I need to go up and help get the computer and TV and
stereo set up and finish the kitchen and install the mirror on the
bureau in the bedroom and finish the house.

It is good to have them just 45 miles away.