Anyway, since then, the seller's have agreed to make the repairs to the electrical system, and the irrigation guy put in the pressure reducers. The irrigation guy is a nice person, but he wasn't happy about installing the pressure reducers. He is one of those people that thinks something "should" be done a certain way--in this case maximum water delivery in the shortest amount of time--and it bothers him when it's not. I was breaking one of his rules. I told him that I understood what he was saying, but to humor me, because I could not afford a complete re-do of the entire irrigation system.
Now that we've got most things in order around here, we put the house on the market:
Mt. Charleston is visible in the background. It's an 11,000 foot peak that's beautifully decorated with snow every winter.
Listing the house is bittersweet. Nevada has been good to us for the last 8 years, but our needs are different now.
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We're getting ready for my dad's memorial next weekend.
(1944-2010)
It won't be anything formal. (My dad hated funerals.) Just family celebrating his life. So we'll share stories and remberances, drink some beer, and hopefully get out the guitars and play a little. My dad was the best musician in the family. However, my cousin, Ben, has a natural talent for it, so now the honor of primary musician falls to him. Me? I inherited no musical ability whatsoever. I can play a solid blues bass, but it's only because it's relatively simple and I've practiced A LOT. Don't ask me to improvise though.
(My dad, Bill, Ben, and Mike, my dad's brother)
