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Kids:
Up in Sacramento for a moment. My roof has decided to to become a f*cking
colander for the holidays and I've got to patch this thing up. I'm convinced that
anytime you get one of those 'roof certifications' that it's a complete piece of
graft between those clowns and your realtor. Just like the home inspections you
dole out for. They're banking on being long, long gone before any real problems
arise and that's exactly what happened here. I bought this place two years ago and
got an 'A+' on the roof's condition...since that's the only A+ I've ever been associated
with, IN MY LIFE, I should've known something was off.
In between bucket brigade detail, I'm getting some work done and prepping for the big
holiday push. This is the part of the year where I envy those in the colder climes. I have to
drive about an hour and a half to get snow and it just doesn't feel like christmas without
it. Now people like my dad, who spent many a brutal Michigan winter, fetching wood
for the fire in hip deep drifts, love flaunting the favorable Cali warmth by playing 18
on x-mas eve. It's payback for all the ice scraped off all the frozen windshields and
waiting a half hour for the car to warm up every morning.
There's a nasty chill in the air here though and my house has a heater down so it's a
bit like that bedroom scene in The Exorcist where you can see everybody's breath, minus
of course, projectile vomiting, possession and the whole renouncing of Christ...that was
last night. HA!
JC
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