Well, before it gets too far away from me I should recap my vacation last week. I didn't have many exact plans for the time off this vacation, and that was on purpose. It started with a simple birthday, going out for a few drinks after work then coming home and ordering out pizza. Good times, but nothing unusual.
The next day I made a batch of baguette in the morning, for the second weekend in a row. The prior weekend I must have just gone through the motions as they didn't turn out as well as I would have liked. Neither did this batch, but it was okay. The afternoon was spent watching the Badgers play football and relaxing.
Sunday morning I made a trip down to Mom's. When I was a kid I would always ask for Mom's butterfinger dessert for my birthday, and she would make it for me. We went out to lunch, then afterwards I made that same butterfinger dessert for her from her old recipe. Her birthday is not long after mine, so it felt good to make it for her, for a change. And it was yummy. Very rich, but yummy. We then spent the afternoon and evening watching the Packers game and relaxing. The next day I got to work on her list of things that needed to be done, had lunch, and I left for home early afternoon. It was a nice visit, and overdue as I hadn't been down to see her since my vacation in May. I hate to admit it, but we haven't even talked on the phone as much. I used to give her a call when I would be out by the fire, but I've not done that so much this summer.The next couple days were spent being lazy relaxing, with a few chores here and there and lunches out. And on Thursday I had a wonderful massage. Only 60 minutes as that seems to be about right, but I added on a scalp massage at the end, and it was so relaxing. I feel like I drifted in and out during the scalp massage, but kept trying to stay awake to enjoy it fully. I think I'll be adding this on to all future massages.
By Friday the weather was very cool and damp, and I don't think I left the house the whole day. Didn't accomplish anything with my time, just took it easy and told myself that was okay. More of the same on Saturday, though we did have a late lunch out and watched the Badgers play again that evening. * * * *
Sunday, 9/20, got a little busy at an inopportune time. I spent the morning making another round of baguette that turned out the best of those last three weekends. But about 11:30 I ran out to get gas in the car and pick up lunch, getting home in time to put the bread in the oven. At 12 o'clock noon the bread was in the oven, lunch was getting cold, and the Packers were seconds away from kickoff when the doorbell rang. It was someone from the roofing company here to trim the excessively overhanging shingles on the porch. They wanted me to show them but I said it was the whole porch and I was busy. After thinking for a second I went back to tell them to come some other time, but they were already up there so I let it proceed. Thankfully they didn't bother me again.
I haven't been up to check their work yet so I will have to do that soon, but that brought the roof back to front of mind. Yesterday, 9/22, three weeks after meeting with Matt and him telling me to watch my email, I emailed him. I wanted to call, but I want the paper trail. I told him rather than cutting into the siding to do that seam up right, I just wanted a wider board to cover the old caulk line. Truthfully, I don't trust them. I also inquired about my supplemental insurance claim. When they were removing the old roof they were supposed to take pictures of the whole process - standard operating procedure, I was told. This was important because I needed proof that the roof had the ice barrier at least 3 feet above the bottom edge under the shingles. This was worth at least another $2000 from the insurance company, per their salesman. When Matt was here I saw him go through the pictures and there were none of this. Without pictures as proof, I'm out that money from the insurance company.
I've not heard anything back yet, but I'll get that money even if I have to withhold it when the bill comes due. And that won't be the only discount or credit that I'll demand.
















