When we arrived, we thought we smelled some natural gas, and continued to do so occasionally. We finally called the gas company, and within 15 minutes, the guy was here. After his evaluation, he said, "This is probably the biggest gas leak at a house that I have ever seen! You people are lucky you didn't blow up your house and half the neighborhood." About $575 to the plumber later, all was set right. Stuff just doesn't last like it used to; those pipes were only 53 years old!
The beloved microwave had become petulant during our absence, but with flattering words, and sending its control board to the Bronx with some $$, we were back in business.
OK, almost anything. In grinding a stump, they also ground up a drain pipe I had installed years ago, and it had to be excavated and repaired. The smile is fake, only for the camera.
When they took out some big trees, a corner of the lot looked, well, naked. I extended the fence with a new section, and didn't swear once during the process. Thought about it, didn't do it.
And, naturally, you can't just leave a bare spot like that, correct? Certainly not if your name is Paula Henderson, so off we went to the North Carolina Arboretum to scout out possible things to plant there.
However, it was the usual big mess for a while.
We hope that your retirement is as busy. No, really!
Dave & Paula