The work continued on the roof yesterday. They finished the structural repairs and had most of the west side of the roof shingled before finishing up for the day. They say the job will be finished by the end of today. This is good news because I am really tired of hearing all the banging and thumping. We did lose one ceiling light cover in the process. It evidently wasn’t screwed on tight enough and the vibrations knocked it loose. It shattered on the hallway floor.
I managed to get the front yard mowed after they left. It is going to be a long while before we finally catch up with all the grass cutting and weeds that we let go before and during our vacation.
Noah has a new job in Phoenix and will be leaving us in a few weeks. I have been helping him with some of the research and he will have to get a new driver license, registration for his car and license plates right away. Arizona plates are far more expensive, it appears it will cost him around $350 per year for plates. He will also have to get his own insurance which will cost him considerably more than what he has been paying to stay on our policy. This is some considerable sticker shock for him. It will all work out eventually, but for now all this is a bit nerve wracking for him and Denise I am sure. They have a small efficiency apartment lined up with the hope of eventually finding something nicer if they can afford it. I guess there is still some question if Denise can transfer her job too.
The Half-Wit A man owned a small farm in Missouri. The Missouri State Wage & Hour Department claimed he was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to interview him.
“I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them,” demanded the agent.
“Well,” replied the farmer, “there’s my farm hand who’s been with me for 3 years. I pay him $200 a week plus free room and board. The cook has been here for 18 months, and I pay her $150 per week plus free room and board. Then there’s the half-wit who works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night. He also sleeps with my wife occasionally.”
“That’s the guy I want to talk to --- the half-wit,” says the agent.
“That would be me,” replied the farmer.
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