||[Apr. 19th, 2010|08:33 am]
Okay - I finally - Finally! - figured out the phone wiring in my house. I have one point of access. Okay, technically, I have two skinny copper wires that I put into a box in a very sloppy manner (a rank apprentice would be ashamed - but I'm not even an apprentice, so I'm satisfied). I have dial tone. I had suspected I might want a low voltage contractor to come in and put together good phone and network cabling, and I just might do that. |
I now have phone and internet. Now, all I need is mail. Yes, *mail*. USPS. And I have to figure out what the bloody blue blazes is up with them saying my mailbox (which is like every other mailbox on the street) is non-regulation.
(Interestingly, I did get one piece of mail - my security deposit from my apartment complex! - but nothing else. I didn't think return of security deposits actually existed - I thought that was a myth. )
I have electric through the house. The electric isn't exactly *done*, but I can make espresso now. I don't exactly have the house organizable yet, but I'm getting there.
And I have to remind my contractor that there's one rule that over-rides all others. The Cat Does Not Get Out. You Do Not Leave A Path Through Which The Cat Might Get Out. The Home Owner Has A Deep And Abiding Respect For Human Life, But That Becomes Somewhat Hypothetical When Some Damn Fool Lets His Cat Out After Repeated Warnings That She May Never Come Back.