Rocheblave Ribbon
In the end the final mechanical inspection for the Rocheblave house, the one I had been for so long dreading, amounted to ninety seconds of small talk, a glance around, and a handshake. The inspector remembered me from--well, you know, it took me years (4.2) to finish this job--way back and had wondered if I'd ever finish. He even went way beyond the call of duty and without telling me set in motion all the steps which resulted in the last official detail, the release of the permanent electric meter. I had to make some calls to verify this, a thing (phone calling) which overcoming fear of impresses me well beyond the proportionate difficulty of the task.

The permanent meter does not really perform any differently than the temporary meter but I would not be able to leave here and rent the place out with a temporary meter. And the temporary meter, attached to a four by four pounded into the ground in front of the house was so Beverly Hillbilly, on a property in a neighborhood surrounded by attempts at improvement, even if all attempts at improvement are seemingly overwhelmed by the general ghetto nature of New Orleans.

I have been given the Rocheblave ribbon of completion, which I wear proudly on a uniform not at all replete with ribbons of completion. M on Dumaine is taking care of some business for me that requires multiple phone calling and this I divulge as a preemptive admission against partisan politicians who may try to keep me from my bid as rightful landlord of the white house, on the premise that I did not earn my ribbon of completion. I ain't maybe all that I could be but I feel most earnestly that I earned my ribbon. Requiring assistance is not a weakness. There, I said it.

I have a few odds and ends to take care off, a piece of wood to put here or there, and a little painting to do inside and out (It is raining all day everyday this week so I'm wishing me luck.) Got to get some carpet in the bedroom (can't pick it up because of rain); make one last haul to the dump; get the AC checked; do a change of address; pay some bills; load up the truck; take some pictures; go to the park; can't afford crawfish this year; have some keys copied; of course procrastinate to the very end; say a goodbye or two; go up on the roof and check it out; watch my last two Netflix DVDs, part 1 of 50 Years War: Israel and the Arabs, and Fog of War; drive away.
- jimlouis 5-14-2004 8:03 pm

corn-grat-u-lations!! a c of o is in order ?


- bill 5-14-2004 10:44 pm [add a comment]


good luck and get the hell out of there! i'll miss your nola posts, but look forward to more from virginia and hopefully more visits as well.
- linda 5-14-2004 11:22 pm [add a comment]


via con dios
- dave 5-14-2004 11:54 pm [add a comment]


Well done. That house was a huge project.
- mark 5-14-2004 11:56 pm [add a comment]


go good, Jim.
- sally mckay 5-15-2004 10:59 am [add a comment]


Thank you for your journal. I will certainly miss reading what you have to say about this city. It was great meeting you, Jim. Good luck with all that you do...
- Kerry (guest) 5-17-2004 6:56 pm [add a comment]


Looking forward to musings on the weird mountain redoubts of old Virginny (except it's all rich people and horses now).
- tom moody 5-17-2004 9:18 pm [add a comment]


Do you have a hard departure date? maybe you've left already? Ray, mark henry, mario and I will be making an alligator and turtle egg run this weekend and will be in NO Sat. and Sun. Let me know if you'll be around - we'll take you out late with the boys, or watch a movie, or something.
- aa (guest) 5-18-2004 3:27 pm [add a comment]


Thanks peoples, up at the bighouse, too tired to unpack yesterday at my quarters down the hill. Trying out this bighouse laptop, not wireless yet so not lounging by the pool, some gardeners coming out today (of the order conceived by Dave last year, sort of), and an orchard specialist maybe show us how to grow some trees, and uh, well, ok, I'll just say it, the tennis court is not finished but no joke, it is actually started, the Tex-Mex place in Sperryville opened unnder new management, had my welcome back meal last night ad pretty damn good, except it doesn't yet actually have a tex-mex item on the menu, but the red snapper burrito was good, as well as portabello mushroom quesadillo, and chicken fajitas, and salsa is much improved so...

And speaking of great dinners (Dick and Jenny's New Orleans), thanks Kerry.

Dammit double a, I left Sunday 5/16 morning, 2 am, so nothing for yall to do but come to Rappahannock. Bring the gators.

By the way, Jim, signed in, all comments showing red, but have no access beyond that of a guest. I know he probably has this machine rejecting cookies? and probably wants to keep it that way, if that matters. Anything else I should do on this end?
- jimlouis (guest) 5-18-2004 4:28 pm [add a comment]


You have to have cookies.

I'm guessing he uses IE? Maybe you could download a different browser, use that when you are surfing, and then erase that browser when you eventually leave there? That way his surfing without cookies is not effected, and whatever cookies you collect with your browser surfing will be expunged when you leave that machine and throw the browser out. (I'd recommend firefox.)

Or possibly you could turn on cookies momentarily in IE, sign in and get the dmtree cookie, then turn them off again. I'm not sure if it will keep using cookies it has once cookies are turned off though. Might be worth a shot.
- jim 5-18-2004 4:55 pm [add a comment]


Hmmm. Well wait a minute. If you have cookies off then you wouldn't be able to sign in and see red comments. I wonder what is going on? You obviously aren't signed in when you posted above (as - jimlouis (guest).) But you see new comments on the front page?
- jim 5-18-2004 4:57 pm [7 comments]





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