One last hurrah.

Not sure if that makes sense.

 

In light of recent conversations with an old school chum of mine who lives in the Greater New York area,  and who had been without power during Hurricane Sandy, and then more recently in a winter storm,  we figured we’ve been pushing our luck.

 

See,  the story goes that,  during Hurricane Sandy,  he had a small portable generator that he would use for a few hours every day,  but eventually it became difficult to find gas stations that were either still open with fuel available,  or with power to pump the fuel that they had.  So coincidently before the last outage,  he had decided to “bite the bullet” and have a standby generator installed.

I though that was pretty cool,  and mentioned it in passing to Travelling Companion.   This was a month or so ago, when she was still working.

She said, “Well, we sell those.”

Say what?

 

See,  The Company that Cannot be Named has a whack of products,  and it’s tough to keep track of it all.  That’s my story.

Then of course,  we figured if we were going to do this thing, there was a plan afoot to get it sorted out while she was still an employee.  You remember that whole thing where Monday was her last day of work? 

Like….for ever. 

And this,  ladies and gentlemen, is the moment when you find out the name of The Company that Cannot be Named.

And that’s because our standby generator got delivered today.

 

I haven’t had a chance to go out there once again and unwrap the thing, but I’ll get to it.

I have to have a little conflab with my nephew and his buddy the gas fitter Dude,  to sort out just when and how we’ll set it all up.  See,  my nephew is a licenced electrician,  and although this can be a DIY project, it’s not something I’m about to tackle on my own.  Oh and besides,  the sucker weighs over 400 pounds so ya, do it yourself?  Right.

Plus, we’ll need to pull the meter, and that sh*t just makes me nervous.   And don’t worry, we “open the main” before we do that.   But that’s way down the road.  There’s conduit to run,  concrete to pour.  A pile of rocks to move.  The rocks have nothing to do with the generator itself,  they just happen to be in the way.  Long story.  Has to do with the pillars I built on either side of the driveway and at the corner of the property.  Turns out I had some rocks left over.  Might be time for a rock garden?

Stay tuned.

Funny thing too is,  I put all those rocks there,  but they seem to have become much heavier over the years.  What’s with that?

 

Other than some running around today looking at furniture and other such exciting stuff,  that’s about it for today’s missive.  Didn’t take any pictures.  I know.  My bad.

 

I’m not even going to mention the temperature for today.  It’s a sad state of affairs.

 

Keep those sticks on the ice. 

 

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