Good morning on Sunday. in the 60s first thing, 73 now, with a predicted high in the low 80s and sunny. It was a pleasant cool evening last night when I joined my high school classmates for our 50th anniversary reunion.
The Faith article on the mothership is "Reciting What’s True to Diffuse a Politics of Hate". badly needed.
It's Pope Leo's 70th birthday, and an AP story is about some excerpts from an interview he did recently. Here's one I really like:
"Asked whether he would root for the U.S. or Peru in a future World Cup, Leo drew parallels to his childhood in Chicago and the value of not shutting down opponents. 'Even at home, I grew up a White Sox fan, but my mother was a Cubs fan, so you couldn’t be one of those fans that shut out the other side,' he said. 'We learned, even in sports, to have an open, dialogical, friendly and not angry competitive stance on things like that, because we might not have gotten dinner had we been!'"
Morning. That caused me to realize that cats’ facial expressions—frozen in serious alertness—are what make them the ideal to play the straight man in comedy.
We went on a 46 mile bike ride in northern WI yesterday and saw a lot of fall color. I believe it will be peak by early October when we come back up for Adeline’s 2nd birthday and grandpa’s 64th, born on the same day. Hopefully it will be nice out and we can have a shrimp boil by the lake. The wild sumac along all the highways is turning a beautiful bright red. It’s always first to change.
I was last at Wingspan again, but only one point behind 3rd place and three points behind second place. Thor was first by a dozen points or so.
Usually either Epic Fail or Teengirl also plays, but he's spending the night at his goofball friend's house. Epic has always been the ideal houseguest of every family with an only son. He'll eat whatever you give him, sleep wherever you tell him, and do any activity.
Teengirl is on a backpacking trip with the girl Boy Scouts at Grayson Highlands State Park, VA:
The hiking effort was going to be modest, six miles for the longest stretch. Several new girls, 11 years old, are on the trip, and they didn't want to overwhelm them. The founding Scouts of the troop, back in 2019-2021, got to be epic hikers, but the succeeding generation isn't gung-ho about 15 mile days.
No, but we climbed Ben Nevis in Scotland, which claims to be the highest mountain in the UK. It was pretty brutal and I was sore for days. We also climbed Mt. Conwy in Wales and another one in England.
Afternoon, everyone. A nice time was had by all at the church event.
When I went to pick up the sandwiches at the grocery store deli at 11:00, they were running a little behind, which was okay because our event was running a little behind, too. A lady about my age said it was because one of the deli employees hadn't come to work this morning, and I said that I understood that was pretty common, because my son had once been a deli guy in that store.
"Who was it?" she asked, and I named and described Beau Handsome, Son A, "and it was 8 years ago or so." "Oh, Beau! I remember him. He was a lot of fun! Tell him Lisa says Hey."
So I texted Beau and passed along the greeting from Lisa at the deli, and he replied, "Lisa! She was organized and efficient; we got a lot done!" This made Lisa happy, as did the news that Beau is now a successful Ad Guy in New York.
The van transaction was successful, and I hope it makes Guadalupe very happy. USAA told me that North Carolina won't let me take the insurance off it until we surrender the license plate or cancel the registration, neither of which can be done earlier than Monday, but that will be okay. Darn government.
I am now officially a person who drives a little red hot rod instead of a Big Van. It's going to be weird.
It feels good when former employers say good things about one's young 'uns. Evidence that the lessons did penetrate! Given the choice between behaving in public and behaving at home, I'll take behaving in public.
My Ohio sister has a cute little red 2-seater convertible. She doesn't drive it all the time, but it's just right for some occasions, and I've been taken for rides in it. My brother in law, who is knowledgeable about all things automotive, arranged the purchase, used. Because she deserves to have a fun car for once in her life.
Nope. Here in Houston we can count on another month of temps in the 90's. But I'm going to Colorado for a few weeks in early October and the colors will be a highlight.
Haven't seen any fall color in my area yet. The eastern redbud by my front window will eventually turn bright yellow. Don't recall offhand if there's anything close by that turns red.
I can’t think of anything that compares with the bright crimson of the burning bushes. I think some oak species turn red, though. Then there are the red maples, but they go beyond the dark red and into a blackish color this time of year.
Cut and pasted out of The Writer's Almanac this morning...for everyone that loved Charlie And The Chocolate Factory....
"It's the birthday of Roald Dahl, born in Llandaff, South Wales (1916). He was sent off to private boarding schools as a kid, which he hated except for the chocolates, Cadbury chocolates. The Cadbury chocolate company had chosen his school as a focus group for new candies they were developing. Every so often, a plain gray cardboard box was issued to each child, filled with 11 chocolate bars. It was the children's task to rate the candy, and Dahl took his job very seriously. About one of the sample candy bars, he wrote, "Too subtle for the common palate." He later said that the experience got him thinking about candy as something manufactured in a factory, and he spent a lot of time imagining what a candy factory might be like. Today, he's best known for his children's book Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."
My wife, a friend and I visited England, Scotland and Wales. Saw a lot, hiked a bunch, and experienced local cultures. It was fantastic. Wales was a complete unknown to me and I loved it. Cardiff was great.
Our trees have been turning way early and dropping leaves, too. It was an extremely wet summer, and I get the feeling the trees are like, “eh, we’re good. Let’s leave early.”
Huge rain in Chicago this morning, which is going to put a little tarnish on the big football weekend. The Oregon Ducks are in town who will most likely give a thrashing to the hapless NU Wildcats, who will be lucky if all they do is cough up hairballs.
It's the Fox Sports focus this week; the entire Fox media enterprise is in town and it's remarkable. There must be a couple dozen semi trucks with stages, lighting, control systems, trailers for the talent, etc., etc.,....and it's getting washed out by Mother Nature.
Good morning. 54 degrees with a high in the 80s. Warming up, but still no rain. My big maple in the backyard has a few leaves starting to turn, which is way early here.
The mothership offers a reflection, entitled “Je Suis Charlie” on the complicated life and legacy of Charlie Kirk. Worth a read for those who paid little attention to him while he was alive.
As for Kirk’s killer, it seems his father, and his church’s youth minister, turned him in, when he admitted doing the deed. I can’t imagine what that felt like for his dad.
My husband and I both agreed we would have no trouble turning in our kid if he committed such a heinous act. Of course we would be devastated but we’d also do the right thing.
Sadly, I have experience with a different, but also somewhat similar situation. I grieve for the dad. I couldn't have made the right decision without the input of pastors. 20 years later things have turned out mostly OK, but lots of shattered dreams and long-term regrets for a lot of people.
From what I read, his father recognized him from the FBI photos, confronted him and he indicated, in directly, it was hm. The father took him to se his youth minister, and the latter called the police.
Good morning, I’m not over on the mothership, of late. More and more I’ve decided it’s no longer for me.
Beautiful morning here. Still nothing starting with a 5, but I hold out hope we’ll get there soon. I need a nice long run in the pine forest.
Our pickleball group has a 7 day cruise coming up next month on a Margaritaville ship. There are 18 of us going. It should be ridiculous. The last cruise we went on was 1999. 🙃 There’s a Boots and Bubbles Night. We’ve all bought our husbands matching obnoxious western shirts. Hubs is a very good sport but I might be pressing my luck.
I'm not sure about the mothership either. I've been debating with myself the last few months as my subscription ends in a couple of months. The last couple of days on there have been extra tough.
Ugh, I hear ya! I’m genuinely glad The Dispatch has grown since I signed up the very first year. I typically only read TMD, the faith newsletter on Sundays and the G-Files. That’s actually enough to keep me as engaged as I choose to be. I also use to enjoy the comment sections a lot more. It was my early morning reading with my Barry’s tea. But either I’ve become less fair minded or the place has become more populated with a-holes. 😆 And nah, got no time for that. I’ll avoid the comments for a time and see how I feel before renewal time. But thanks for weighing in because I wondered if it was just me.
I’m impressed and really admire and learn from so many on the site (like you!). I won’t win any brain power awards and I don’t really seek to persuade. But I do have many years of experience in a world many do not…special operations, the ME, and federal budgeting. I like sharing (to the extent I can). Hubs was helpful when I was telling him my news content whoas, etc. For a combined 55 years (!) we have had hammered into us the necessity of objectivity, the dangers of assumptions, the value of context and the rarity of that in reporting. Personally, I add the worsening of distrust in important institutions, much of it earned. Lastly, and because you didn’t ask for any of this 😉, the knee jerk reaction to have an opinion on anything and everything. To my ADD brain, which actually served me well professionally, post retirement I have found it does not do that great in the Wild West. I certainly do appreciate your commentary around these parts.
It took me some time to become aware of your background. But on the mothership, there are some who appreciate the special knowledge many commenters (you're not the only one) can contribute to the discussion. People who know what they're talking about may be modest, but they shouldn't be too shy about sharing.
Nope, not just you. The a-holes seem to be growing in number. I hate to bail and would like to try to do my part to offset them, but not sure I want to spend so much time in that environment. It takes a toll.
My current approach is to read the daily morning dispatch headlines, and listen to JG every now and then, but rarely reading articles now, and even more rarely looking at comments. When I do it's usually curiosity to see what the most liked comment is - as weathervane for that particular user group.
I hate how sports started using various streaming services. My mom (89) loves NASCAR 😵💫 and one entire month was on Prime Video. She’s legally blind and can barely operate the low vision cable remote. We had to drive 30 min to sign her in to our acct.
Someone on Twitter claimed turning him(self) in would be the difference between life in prison and the death penalty—presumably as state prosecution aims.
Good morning. I will get back to writing TSAF eventually. It's just been crazy here. We still have pallets of siding sitting in the driveway. My husband says he won't pay the bill until it's gone - we already got a nastygram from the HOA about it - and the project manager is all, "Not my fault." Well, son, not your $73,000, either, until someone hauls that stuff away. Give it to your brother-in-law or something.
I'm working at a church event today. Maybe I'll even be sitting or something, depends on how many kids there are to watch. Guadalupe, the buyer for my van, is supposed to come complete the sale with my husband, the owner of record, while I'm gone. They should have enough of a common language.
It wasn't just new siding. There was other work oriented around keeping water out of the walls.
It's possible that we could have gotten a better deal, but it would have voided the warranty on the windows to have other people tearing the walls apart. I just had to throw up my hands and say, "Whatever."
But we're not paying until they get the stuff out of the driveway, so there.
Yeah, don't you just love it when two or more businesses, at least one of which must have failed to meet its obligations, all shrug as if that is entirely your problem and none of theirs?
Sounds about right for the average siding company. When a "project manager" decides part of the project isn't his to deal with, that often means the siding company was just the broker for sales, labor, and materials, and the workers are dog troops doing subcontract work. When one runs a trace on those companies, it's surprising how often the trace ends up at a nondescript strip mall in some small town in the middle of nowhere.
The construction zone next door is finally quiet after many months. No more jockeying around trucks getting out the driveway. That leftover material would drive me nuts.
Reputable contractors in the old days got a good name by cleaning up the job site at the end of the day (if you’re working on someone’s home they’re living in) and at the end of the job. Tell ‘em it’s creating a safety hazard and you’d like to know their liability insurer. 😁😁😁
I'll be surprised if the installers are actually employees of the company. The game nowadays is sales, and brokerage for labor and materials. Few folks want employees, for good reason.
I would think the company/general contractor Cynthia signed the papers for would be the one to hold accountable for the completion of the job—which should include waste cleanup and removal.
Most likely yes, but things break down in trades like siding and roofing. With big companies, labor is often subcontracted dog troops absent good logistical support from management. Most folks would be surprised at how messed up our construction industry is.
There were several different crews involved: the siding guys, the gutter guys, the side door guy (he was Eastern European). And the dumpster people and the supplies people, I guess.
Good morning on Sunday. in the 60s first thing, 73 now, with a predicted high in the low 80s and sunny. It was a pleasant cool evening last night when I joined my high school classmates for our 50th anniversary reunion.
The Faith article on the mothership is "Reciting What’s True to Diffuse a Politics of Hate". badly needed.
It's Pope Leo's 70th birthday, and an AP story is about some excerpts from an interview he did recently. Here's one I really like:
"Asked whether he would root for the U.S. or Peru in a future World Cup, Leo drew parallels to his childhood in Chicago and the value of not shutting down opponents. 'Even at home, I grew up a White Sox fan, but my mother was a Cubs fan, so you couldn’t be one of those fans that shut out the other side,' he said. 'We learned, even in sports, to have an open, dialogical, friendly and not angry competitive stance on things like that, because we might not have gotten dinner had we been!'"
https://apnews.com/article/vatican-pope-leo-birthday-be5daf80146bcff66b564c91dfaf87e8
Good answer! (Of course, unless USA or Peru meet each other in a match, it’s a non-issue).
He seems adept at identifying teachable moments and making his point by being relatable and without seeming too didactic.
Placido domingo, my dears. Here is Manul in plushy coat:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaxdScxHE7Y
Morning. That caused me to realize that cats’ facial expressions—frozen in serious alertness—are what make them the ideal to play the straight man in comedy.
Unless the fat cat in question is named Garfield.
Good observation. Manul are especially serious because of the position of their ears.
We went on a 46 mile bike ride in northern WI yesterday and saw a lot of fall color. I believe it will be peak by early October when we come back up for Adeline’s 2nd birthday and grandpa’s 64th, born on the same day. Hopefully it will be nice out and we can have a shrimp boil by the lake. The wild sumac along all the highways is turning a beautiful bright red. It’s always first to change.
Hard to believe it's been two years! Happy birthday to all!
I was last at Wingspan again, but only one point behind 3rd place and three points behind second place. Thor was first by a dozen points or so.
Usually either Epic Fail or Teengirl also plays, but he's spending the night at his goofball friend's house. Epic has always been the ideal houseguest of every family with an only son. He'll eat whatever you give him, sleep wherever you tell him, and do any activity.
Teengirl is on a backpacking trip with the girl Boy Scouts at Grayson Highlands State Park, VA:
https://www.dcr.virginia.gov/state-parks/grayson-highlands
The hiking effort was going to be modest, six miles for the longest stretch. Several new girls, 11 years old, are on the trip, and they didn't want to overwhelm them. The founding Scouts of the troop, back in 2019-2021, got to be epic hikers, but the succeeding generation isn't gung-ho about 15 mile days.
No, but we climbed Ben Nevis in Scotland, which claims to be the highest mountain in the UK. It was pretty brutal and I was sore for days. We also climbed Mt. Conwy in Wales and another one in England.
That's super cool. My English friend Gerard from Cub Scouts had done all the big treks in Britain. He found Cub Scout hikes un-challenging.
Afternoon, everyone. A nice time was had by all at the church event.
When I went to pick up the sandwiches at the grocery store deli at 11:00, they were running a little behind, which was okay because our event was running a little behind, too. A lady about my age said it was because one of the deli employees hadn't come to work this morning, and I said that I understood that was pretty common, because my son had once been a deli guy in that store.
"Who was it?" she asked, and I named and described Beau Handsome, Son A, "and it was 8 years ago or so." "Oh, Beau! I remember him. He was a lot of fun! Tell him Lisa says Hey."
So I texted Beau and passed along the greeting from Lisa at the deli, and he replied, "Lisa! She was organized and efficient; we got a lot done!" This made Lisa happy, as did the news that Beau is now a successful Ad Guy in New York.
The van transaction was successful, and I hope it makes Guadalupe very happy. USAA told me that North Carolina won't let me take the insurance off it until we surrender the license plate or cancel the registration, neither of which can be done earlier than Monday, but that will be okay. Darn government.
I am now officially a person who drives a little red hot rod instead of a Big Van. It's going to be weird.
It feels good when former employers say good things about one's young 'uns. Evidence that the lessons did penetrate! Given the choice between behaving in public and behaving at home, I'll take behaving in public.
Yes, I'll take it, too, but I'd rather have both!
Agreed.
My Ohio sister has a cute little red 2-seater convertible. She doesn't drive it all the time, but it's just right for some occasions, and I've been taken for rides in it. My brother in law, who is knowledgeable about all things automotive, arranged the purchase, used. Because she deserves to have a fun car for once in her life.
My Honda Accord, with the largest available interior space for my substantial passengers, is super fun compared to a Big Van.
Nope. Here in Houston we can count on another month of temps in the 90's. But I'm going to Colorado for a few weeks in early October and the colors will be a highlight.
Haven't seen any fall color in my area yet. The eastern redbud by my front window will eventually turn bright yellow. Don't recall offhand if there's anything close by that turns red.
I can’t think of anything that compares with the bright crimson of the burning bushes. I think some oak species turn red, though. Then there are the red maples, but they go beyond the dark red and into a blackish color this time of year.
Some oak trees get a very bright red. It depends on the conditions each year, of course.
The house where I grew up used to have a bright red maple in the front yard. Not sure what kind it was, but the color was spectacular.
Cut and pasted out of The Writer's Almanac this morning...for everyone that loved Charlie And The Chocolate Factory....
"It's the birthday of Roald Dahl, born in Llandaff, South Wales (1916). He was sent off to private boarding schools as a kid, which he hated except for the chocolates, Cadbury chocolates. The Cadbury chocolate company had chosen his school as a focus group for new candies they were developing. Every so often, a plain gray cardboard box was issued to each child, filled with 11 chocolate bars. It was the children's task to rate the candy, and Dahl took his job very seriously. About one of the sample candy bars, he wrote, "Too subtle for the common palate." He later said that the experience got him thinking about candy as something manufactured in a factory, and he spent a lot of time imagining what a candy factory might be like. Today, he's best known for his children's book Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."
That's fascinating and fun. Thanks.
I was in Cardiff a couple of weeks ago and saw a Dahl sculpture in a park there.
What drew you to Cardiff, and did you have a good time?
My wife, a friend and I visited England, Scotland and Wales. Saw a lot, hiked a bunch, and experienced local cultures. It was fantastic. Wales was a complete unknown to me and I loved it. Cardiff was great.
Glad to hear it! My mom and her friends did a trip like that back in the '90s, minus the hiking.
Did you climb Snowdon?
Our trees have been turning way early and dropping leaves, too. It was an extremely wet summer, and I get the feeling the trees are like, “eh, we’re good. Let’s leave early.”
Huge rain in Chicago this morning, which is going to put a little tarnish on the big football weekend. The Oregon Ducks are in town who will most likely give a thrashing to the hapless NU Wildcats, who will be lucky if all they do is cough up hairballs.
It's the Fox Sports focus this week; the entire Fox media enterprise is in town and it's remarkable. There must be a couple dozen semi trucks with stages, lighting, control systems, trailers for the talent, etc., etc.,....and it's getting washed out by Mother Nature.
Well, I had been thinking yesterday that we could really use some rain, but I didn't think there'd actually be any. So was it my fault or not? ;)
Maybe. It was a beautiful rain. We needed it. Good work.
My Mom had a burning bush. It was her favorite plant.
Good morning. 54 degrees with a high in the 80s. Warming up, but still no rain. My big maple in the backyard has a few leaves starting to turn, which is way early here.
The mothership offers a reflection, entitled “Je Suis Charlie” on the complicated life and legacy of Charlie Kirk. Worth a read for those who paid little attention to him while he was alive.
As for Kirk’s killer, it seems his father, and his church’s youth minister, turned him in, when he admitted doing the deed. I can’t imagine what that felt like for his dad.
My husband and I both agreed we would have no trouble turning in our kid if he committed such a heinous act. Of course we would be devastated but we’d also do the right thing.
"He's my son, and I'll always love him, but he needs to be arrested." I've told my children that's what I would say.
Sadly, I have experience with a different, but also somewhat similar situation. I grieve for the dad. I couldn't have made the right decision without the input of pastors. 20 years later things have turned out mostly OK, but lots of shattered dreams and long-term regrets for a lot of people.
That would have to be excruciating. I can’t even begin to imagine.
whoa... I hadn't heard that.
From what I read, his father recognized him from the FBI photos, confronted him and he indicated, in directly, it was hm. The father took him to se his youth minister, and the latter called the police.
That's shattering, unimaginable for me. Thanks.
Good morning, I’m not over on the mothership, of late. More and more I’ve decided it’s no longer for me.
Beautiful morning here. Still nothing starting with a 5, but I hold out hope we’ll get there soon. I need a nice long run in the pine forest.
Our pickleball group has a 7 day cruise coming up next month on a Margaritaville ship. There are 18 of us going. It should be ridiculous. The last cruise we went on was 1999. 🙃 There’s a Boots and Bubbles Night. We’ve all bought our husbands matching obnoxious western shirts. Hubs is a very good sport but I might be pressing my luck.
Happy Saturday! Go Vols! 🍊
I'm not sure about the mothership either. I've been debating with myself the last few months as my subscription ends in a couple of months. The last couple of days on there have been extra tough.
Ugh, I hear ya! I’m genuinely glad The Dispatch has grown since I signed up the very first year. I typically only read TMD, the faith newsletter on Sundays and the G-Files. That’s actually enough to keep me as engaged as I choose to be. I also use to enjoy the comment sections a lot more. It was my early morning reading with my Barry’s tea. But either I’ve become less fair minded or the place has become more populated with a-holes. 😆 And nah, got no time for that. I’ll avoid the comments for a time and see how I feel before renewal time. But thanks for weighing in because I wondered if it was just me.
I'm noticing some thoughtful newbies, and making sure to give them a like and/or a reply.
I’m impressed and really admire and learn from so many on the site (like you!). I won’t win any brain power awards and I don’t really seek to persuade. But I do have many years of experience in a world many do not…special operations, the ME, and federal budgeting. I like sharing (to the extent I can). Hubs was helpful when I was telling him my news content whoas, etc. For a combined 55 years (!) we have had hammered into us the necessity of objectivity, the dangers of assumptions, the value of context and the rarity of that in reporting. Personally, I add the worsening of distrust in important institutions, much of it earned. Lastly, and because you didn’t ask for any of this 😉, the knee jerk reaction to have an opinion on anything and everything. To my ADD brain, which actually served me well professionally, post retirement I have found it does not do that great in the Wild West. I certainly do appreciate your commentary around these parts.
It took me some time to become aware of your background. But on the mothership, there are some who appreciate the special knowledge many commenters (you're not the only one) can contribute to the discussion. People who know what they're talking about may be modest, but they shouldn't be too shy about sharing.
Nope, not just you. The a-holes seem to be growing in number. I hate to bail and would like to try to do my part to offset them, but not sure I want to spend so much time in that environment. It takes a toll.
My current approach is to read the daily morning dispatch headlines, and listen to JG every now and then, but rarely reading articles now, and even more rarely looking at comments. When I do it's usually curiosity to see what the most liked comment is - as weathervane for that particular user group.
Since you mentioned "sportball" --
The Ohio State Buckeyes are playing their in-state rivals the Ohio U Bobcats this evening (sadly, only on streaming and I won't see it). Go Bucks!
I hate how sports started using various streaming services. My mom (89) loves NASCAR 😵💫 and one entire month was on Prime Video. She’s legally blind and can barely operate the low vision cable remote. We had to drive 30 min to sign her in to our acct.
Sounds ridiculous. I'd go in a heartbeat.
😆
I hope you all have an extremely silly time!
Pickleball and booze on a ship. What could possibly go wrong?
Have a safe trip!
I hope they do "Man overboard!" drills!
“Any volunteers? We need at least one volunteer. Am I gonna hafta volunteer someone to go overboard?!”
Someone on Twitter claimed turning him(self) in would be the difference between life in prison and the death penalty—presumably as state prosecution aims.
Good morning. I will get back to writing TSAF eventually. It's just been crazy here. We still have pallets of siding sitting in the driveway. My husband says he won't pay the bill until it's gone - we already got a nastygram from the HOA about it - and the project manager is all, "Not my fault." Well, son, not your $73,000, either, until someone hauls that stuff away. Give it to your brother-in-law or something.
I'm working at a church event today. Maybe I'll even be sitting or something, depends on how many kids there are to watch. Guadalupe, the buyer for my van, is supposed to come complete the sale with my husband, the owner of record, while I'm gone. They should have enough of a common language.
Does it really cost $73k for new siding?
It wasn't just new siding. There was other work oriented around keeping water out of the walls.
It's possible that we could have gotten a better deal, but it would have voided the warranty on the windows to have other people tearing the walls apart. I just had to throw up my hands and say, "Whatever."
But we're not paying until they get the stuff out of the driveway, so there.
Oh yes I recall the water issue.
It has been a challenging few weeks.
Yeah, don't you just love it when two or more businesses, at least one of which must have failed to meet its obligations, all shrug as if that is entirely your problem and none of theirs?
That’s the problem with shared/divided responsibility.
Sounds about right for the average siding company. When a "project manager" decides part of the project isn't his to deal with, that often means the siding company was just the broker for sales, labor, and materials, and the workers are dog troops doing subcontract work. When one runs a trace on those companies, it's surprising how often the trace ends up at a nondescript strip mall in some small town in the middle of nowhere.
The construction zone next door is finally quiet after many months. No more jockeying around trucks getting out the driveway. That leftover material would drive me nuts.
Maybe Guadalupe will take away the pallets of siding too.
I'll mention that to my husband. Guadalupe has a construction business: that's why he's buying my van.
Also: Good morning. Sometimes you just need a breather from all the various daily tasks.
I'd like to go back to Lake Norman State Park for a couple of weeks ;-).
Reputable contractors in the old days got a good name by cleaning up the job site at the end of the day (if you’re working on someone’s home they’re living in) and at the end of the job. Tell ‘em it’s creating a safety hazard and you’d like to know their liability insurer. 😁😁😁
I'll be surprised if the installers are actually employees of the company. The game nowadays is sales, and brokerage for labor and materials. Few folks want employees, for good reason.
I would think the company/general contractor Cynthia signed the papers for would be the one to hold accountable for the completion of the job—which should include waste cleanup and removal.
Ultimately it's on them, because they're the ones we're not paying.
Most likely yes, but things break down in trades like siding and roofing. With big companies, labor is often subcontracted dog troops absent good logistical support from management. Most folks would be surprised at how messed up our construction industry is.
We really don’t see the large-scale operations out here in the boonies.
The high volume roofing and siding businesses are sorta their own unpleasant thing.
There were several different crews involved: the siding guys, the gutter guys, the side door guy (he was Eastern European). And the dumpster people and the supplies people, I guess.
That's at least 5 different parties to shrug and point at each other.
Seems to be what's happening. Except the door guy.