So around 10:00 a.m. the insurance adjuster is supposed to show up. It’ll be interesting to hear what he has to say about the heat pump, the roof, and the CoolDeck.
The air-conditioning dude who tried to sell me a capacitor for the allegedly destroyed unit (alleged by two other AC dudes) dropped by M’hijito’s house and said nothing was wrong with the brand-new unit on his roof. So I suppose that’s a hopeful sign.
That notwithstanding, it probably would be a good idea to have the roofer look at that house, too. It sez here in Wikipedia, the Font of Hive Wisdom, “Hail damage to roofs often goes unnoticed until further structural damage is seen, such as leaks or cracks. It is hardest to recognize hail damage on shingled roofs [that would be us!] and flat roofs, but all roofs have their own hail damage detection problems.”
Otherwise, I’m hoping for a quiet day, for a change. I still have to read two Eng. 101 papers that the endlessly annoying Blackboard somehow “hid,” despite the students having filed them on time. I do need to track down the invite from a couple of blogging friends to join their Google site, which I haven’t been able to find a minute to do in all the craziness of the past couple of weeks. And I should work on course prep for next semester, since I’d dearly love to have that out of the way before the end of this semester, so I can have an actual break during winter break.
On the other hand…there’s a farmer’s market at Town & Country, starting about the time the insurance guy is supposed to show up. I could dart over there the minute he goes out the door. Or I could just ride my bike around. That would be good.
Or maybe I’d like to spend some time with this. Awesome! And it’s free.
Images:
A large hailstone that fell in Harper, Kansas, May 14, 2004. U.S. National Weather Service. Public Domain.
Gustave Doré’s illustration to Dante’s Inferno. Plate IX: Canto III: Arrival of Charon. “And lo! towards us coming in a boat / An old man, hoary with the hair of eld, / Crying: ‘Woe unto you, ye souls depraved!'” (Longfellow’s translation) “And, lo! toward us in a bark / Comes an old man, hoary white with eld, / Crying “Woe to you, wicked spirits!” Public Domain.
So, now I will have to read Dante! Free classes! I have taken over 100 hrs of English courses in my university career, but only had a smattering of Dante. During my last classes as I went “back to school” for the umpteenth time, I had to drive so far that I only took classes that started around 1 pm. Thankfully, the English Romantics and American Transcendentalists were taught in the afternoon and evenings. I was not just quitting school many times, I was getting moved about to prevent my going to school, having babies, getting a divorce…lol.
Yes, hail damage is insidious. I think I was told that homeowners have a year or two to report damage. So, you may find other things damaged, like lawn furniture, trees. Trees damaged or destroyed are worth money. I mean insurance pays for trees damaged by acts of nature.
@ Practical Parsimony: Explore around that site, too. There are some truly cool courses, many of them coming from Yale. Check out “The Morality of Murder” from Harvard. The lecturer is Michael Sandel — wow! What a personality! I want to watch it just to listen to the man talk!
Hm. One piece of lawn furniture was torn up. But it was second-hand and tired. I pull the good stuff into the house every a major rainstorm threatens. Which reminds me…gotta repaint those rocking chairs.
The trees lost a lot of leaves, but I don’t any they were killed. The citrus fruit, however, is pretty much destroyed. Very little of it is going to be edible–where it was bruised, it’s turned the inside of the fruit brown & yucky. Some of the lemons will be salvageable, but I doubt if I’ll be feasting on oranges this winter, alas. Even fruit that was deep inside the trees and should’ve been protected by foliage is all bunged up.
Don’t think those oranges have a monetary value…I eat them all myself between January and May.
You should see if you can translate some of your English courses to a degree. Schools like the University of Phoenix don’t require the endless and seemingly pointless gen-ed courses and may simply accept large numbers of credits toward a degree. There may be public schools that will do that, too…for a lot less money.
On the other hand, the whole business of jumping through hoops to get oneself certified “educated” when education is really something altogether different… {sigh} One wonders what the point is.