The “new” meter man
Based on recent experience (six weeks and counting), there aren’t many folks who knock at the door during the day. When the tock tock came, at lunch time, I answered. A man in an overall with fluo trim, just like the people who climb hydro poles for a living. In fact…
We now have one of those new-fangled power meters that wirelessly broadcast the status and usage of your home, vis-à-vis the grid. The installer warned that the lights would go out for about thirty seconds; he knew his stuff, because that’s how long he needed to remove the meter with the spinning dials and replace it with a digital upgrade. Simple. Count me as impressed.
This afternoon, we beat the odds. Snow tires in before snow fall. Beats that panicky period after missing the warning signs, hoping to get sufficient traction out of the threadbare all season sneakers, or hoping that everyone else got it done. For me, the procedure required thirty minutes and thirty dollars. No skinned knuckles. No collapsing jacks. Yes, I could do the job while parked in the gutter, hoping that the next idiot who rounded the corner would aim wide. Why bother?
I’ve taken online shopping in a new direction. This afternoon, the appliance count climbed, after my ordering a new washer/dryer pair sight unseen. Yes, the reviews and the factory pics helped, but we used to go for a “close encounter” at one of the box stores down the road. This time, the beasts had better get things clean; if the colour isn’t exactly the right shade of granite (what does that even mean?), then I have years to grow accustomed.
