December 05, 2007

Holy Cow!

There's a cow parked in front of my door. No kidding. The sign says Polled Hereford. Looks just like this:
Of course, it is in a cattle trailer and not on my front yard. You can tell a city girl, can't you? I was in complete awe. Its head is larger than my dog. Waiting very contentedly for its owner to return from the library. What was the name of the "contented cow" in the commercial? I believe it was for Borden's. I know...the younger group has never heard of Borden's, much less seen the commercial. The electrician and his helper had a big laugh off of my amazement. They are, of course, very much used to seeing farm critters up live and in person.

I'm starting to feel very sorry for Mr. Cannon. This house is giving him fits with every installation he attempts. A good four hours or more were spent in trying to install a heater in the foyer area and rewire outlets in the kitchen. BRICK--what else? The heater was to go into the existing heater's space, just a little wider, and needed a 240-volt wire run for the connection. Slow going. Broke a drill bit and we're talking about the one you use for brick, etc. Finally, the wire is in place, heater installed. Off to the kitchen.

The receptacles are rusted. No kidding. And what is behind the knotty pine? BRICK. They chiseled out a notch in the brick to hold the receptacles. Lordy, I am so sorry that my camera is not working. This is a good example of seeing is believing. And the wires pulled out of the wall must have been the original wiring. Just awful. But the hard part was fishing the new wires under the house, up the walls, and into the proper space. Brick everywhere. But hats off to Danny Joe. It took drilling through cabinets and small miracles but he made it work, by gum!

Now that we know what we're dealing with, we've decided that the receptacles that aren't tripping can remain as they are. We've got enough trouble as it is. He's also figured out how to (we're hoping, at least) fix the one receptacle by the door and get me lighting on the back porch. Please. I'm afraid I might come in one night and step square into one of Cindy's gifts. That would be her suicide warrant.

Still a lot of work to be done to get everything completed. Know that additional funds will be called for. But if you need a good electrician in Ripley, TN, give Danny Joe Cannon a holla'.

Oh, and that cistern under the other porch--the one that was supposedly filled in--NOT! I don't know a damned thing about cisterns...does the water level rise? Geez, Louise!!!!

Signing off. The cow has gone and Wally World is calling.


Tonya said...

Hi Gwen,

I trust this meets you in good health and spirits. Your blogs have made for some real interesting reading. I'm totally caught up from July to the present and I read them in about 2-3 days. I've had a few days of down time.
Have you considered moving this blog into Ripley's newspaper? I know the paper comes out once a week, but you will have your neighbors and peers rolling. I LOL (laughed out loud) a couple of times. I love when "Cindy" Through your eyes, your town seems quite charming. By the way, CONGRATS on your son's marriage!!

Please email me your address when you get a chance. I'm happy to see that you are doing well. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Oh by the way, you mentioned that you should set up shop as a business consultant...I agree. You have great ideas and people like to pay for convenience. Why think when I can pay someone to think for me? You may have to think of relocating your services to Memphis, though. Okay...I'm gone. Talk to you later.


DCnTN said...

Tonya, it is so good to hear from you. Did you pass the bar? You know I want to know.