8th
August 2012
Dear Cassi,
It should come as no surprise to
me that the ventilator fans in my addict had seized and that they were original
to the home. After all the arguments we had about that business back in the day
I was told that it was taken care of, but I guess wherever there is doubt there
is no doubt.
The electrician worked on my roof
and took out the old fans. The bolts that held them to my home cracked when
removed as if old stone pillars giving out after the untold years. So far as I
can see those bolts were in place for the whole of my life. They had rusted
away and only through some hard will had held this long.
The fan motors had the old brown paint used when folks still
thought wood trim made things fancy. These things had been made during the Cold
War when the sleek black electronics of today would have reminded folks of
Russian missals.
When the new motors were in the electrician said that he would
wait until the cool of the next day to replace the fan covers as he needed new
bolts. This let me see the fans moving as if they were happy to be on after so
long a time still. Even as I left for work that night they still ran humming along
with a marry sound.
There have been many days of
miserable heat for me, and now I find another reason as to why that happened. Sometimes
it feels like my life was custom made for suffering. The pointless little
misstep that should be handled easily never gets seen to in any real way.
I recall that Ken, who lives
across the street, had told me to have the ventilator fans replaced when the roof
was done and Alan had found some contractor form his church to do the work. He
was a man obsessed with getting work done cheaply as this was a home inhabited
by his children and he had no concern for their well being.
At this time I was in my late teens because I was still
working for burns security. Further I
had to be working out of the branches local to my area because of the posts I
was working at the time and so I believe I was nineteen. In any case I believe some
money had come down a generation or two and so hand landed in Alan’s lap. He
put it to putting a new substandard roof on my house.
I’ve been told that I should be
thankful he did anything for me, but it was his responsibility to see to my
needs until the age of eighteen and having failed that I feel he owed me
something. I’m of the opinion that
things should be looked after. I find myself alone in that but my opinion is
unchanged.
Pony Girl asked to have the fans replaced
but there was an issue with communication. She had asked for ceiling fans to be
replaced rather than asking for ventilator fans and so an argument had come
along for some days until I talked to the workers and cleared things up. Lot of
good that did me.
Never let the mistakes of others
run your life,
Richard Leland Neal
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