October 29, 2013
I am not very mechanically inclined. I can sew on a
button, create a new straightish line with the fabric to make a hem, give me a
picture to hang or answering machine to reprogram but don’t expect miracles
with appliances and fixtures. Brain surgery would be easier.
Looks as though a bird flew down the topless chimney and
got clogged in the furnace thingamajiggy. It’s feathers were jammed-up and cost
the home owner a bundle. So, buy a new cap for the tube that sits atop the
house and runs to the furnace for just over a hundred and save yourself some
time, cash and chills. I suggested the HVAC guy go back to the office and send
out postcards to all of their customers to sell the $122 caps and prevent
future bird issues. The skinny repairman
told me this is his second call this week that amounted to bird bits in the flue.
He also claims the cap gets rusted and falls apart before the landlord suspects
a problem. I suppose the company would rather have a big dollar client but I
think it is good will customer service to forewarn their people. Not to mention
save some bird hides.
The neighborhood is a scavenger’s dream. I found a few
carpet pads, electric drill with the charger and bits (not that I am certain
how to man them,) little dish rack with the price tag still attached, a compost
bin the size of a hard drive box, all abandoned next to the trash cans in the
alleyways. I am thrilled and amazed as I zig-zag the big and little dogs around
the streets, arms loaded with treasures. Thanks neighbors!
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