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Renovations

So, I’ve been a little distracted with personal stuff as of late and, frankly, had nothing to say to warrant a blog post. Although both of those things are still true, I’m going to write something down anyway.

Has anyone watched the show Property Brothers on HGTV? I think new episodes may air on Saturday nights, but I keep catching the back-to-back episodes that air at 11 pm and midnight. [I’ve had some trouble sleeping lately.] I really like the premise of the show — two guys (brothers) operate in tandem to get a family the house of their “dreams.” Ok, that premise sounds pretty lame. Let me try again. One of the brothers is a real estate agent of some sort and the other is a contractor/ carpenter/ designer/ handyman/ visionary. I’ll leave it to you to evaluate the more useful of the two. The family, the brothers’ clients, come to them dreaming big. I’m not sure in what city this show takes place, but it’s not Madison. Or any city in Wisconsin. The brothers show the family an amazing house; a house with all of the bells and whistles that makes the family swoon. The family is totally enamoured (and also either good actors or completely in the dark about the whole point of the show) and ready to move in. The catch! The house is way above their budget. What do I mean? Well, the perfect house that they now love is, say, $1.2 million whereas their budget hovers around a *paltry* $700k. Boo! What to do? Property brothers to the rescue! You see, they can find this family a run-down, trashed, diamond in the rough for under budget and then use the “savings” to renovate to get the kids their dream house afterall. Genius! Or, that’s the idea. The problem, from where I sit (or rather lay, as I am in bed at this point, trying to get comfortable and maneuver around Gracie, who has recently decided that her favorite spot to sleep is smack in the middle of the bed) is that this is not what happens. I keep watching the show, waiting for this promise to be realized, but alas, I keep waiting.

What really happens is the family is shown two pretty run-down, ridiculous houses that are, from my financial vantage point, crazy expensive. The houses are in almost comically bad shape. They look like a tornado blew through them right before squatters took over. In fact, in one episode last night, as the group was touring a potential house to buy, the group stumbled upon someone sleeping in one of the bedrooms. That was odd. Anyway, after viewing two of these houses, the family is given a choice, which seems to routinely look something like this: Buy House A for, say, $550k and have $150k to do this amazingly beautiful renovation that will completely change the house into a magazine-worthy abode. Or buy House B for about $650k, which will leave $50k to still do amazing work. In my admittedly limited views of the show, the family always opts for the more expensive home so that I’m instantly disappointed that the reno will be of a much smaller scale. I realize a $50k renovation still sounds substantial, but when compared to three times that much? No contest for me — I’d much rather see the grander plan come true. But, no dice. So, that’s the second major wrinkle in the show (the first for me, in case I wasn’t clear earlier, is that these folks are getting a run-down house for over a half of a million dollars. I know location is everything, but it’s hard for me to contemplate paying that much for a tornado-damaged pit).

And here comes Wrinkle 3. Brother Real Estate is not quite the magician the show could use. He invariably tells the family he thinks he can get the house for a price that is not insignificantly lower than the price the couple ends up forking over. Thus, that already smaller reno budget is reduced again. Boo.

So now we’re about half-way into the hour-long show and we have a crappy house that people have spent a lot of money on. At this point, the buyers need to decide how their going to cut corners. Brother Carpenter/Designer/Contractor has some of tricks up his sleeves here, but they really aren’t anything newsworthy (laminate instead of hardwood, cast-off tiles for the fireplace or bathroom, using the couple’s older furniture) so it’s not very interesting. In one of the episodes last night, the couple’s reno budget had trickled down to $30k, so they were faced with the choice of redoing the kitchen or redoing the “upstairs” of the house, which entailed remaking two kids’ rooms, a guest room and a smallish bathroom. They chose the latter and while the decorating was nice, it was just a few bedrooms and a bathroom. It’s not something that I would think of hiring people to spend a lot of money on. Especially if I could have a spectacular kitchen instead. I was, as I think is now clear, disappointed.

My overall assessment is this should be a much better show than it is. I worry I will continue to waste time on it in the hopes that someone, someday chooses House A and I get to see a top-to-bottom overhaul of a whole house. Dreamy sigh.

On Labor Day

I’m feeling pretty discouraged about the current state of the American labor movement. I don’t think I’m alone in that sentiment, but it feels like a hefty burden to carry nonetheless. I realize I am not at a rally in Chicago in the late 1800s being fired upon by police officers, but the assault on workers feels serious and scary. So, to give myself some levity and ease the stress of these trying times, I turn to, who else? The supermutt. Thanks, Grace, for making my life better.

September 5, 2011

Putting those degrees to use

Well, it was only a matter of time before these grads (or a law firm that was paying any attention at all) decided to litigate this nonsense. As I’ve said in previous posts, there’s ample blame to go around — the schools, the student loan industry, the students — but I look forward to seeing how these suits play out.

The good and the bad

Except let’s do them in reverse order. As you know, Dear Reader, AO and I are redoing our previously unused finished basement. Well, it was used, but sparingly and mostly just for AO’s morning primping. In remaking the space, we decided we wanted a — gasp — bigger tv. So, last weekend we found ourselves at Costco scoping out the televisions. Because we didn’t really know what we were looking for, and didn’t find anyone offering to help us out, we concluded our trip there sans tv, but with a plan to head to American. Off we went! At American, we were, of course, immediately approached with (an attempt at) charm. We told the young fellow, Max, that we were just looking, but that we would find him when we had questions. After looking around a bit, we asked Max for help. We told him we were looking for something between 40 and 46 inches and that was about all we knew. We didn’t know whether we wanted LED, LCD or Plasma. We were pretty sure we didn’t want 3D, but we didn’t understand why all of the tvs were purporting to be ‘smart’ and whether that was something we wanted. Eventually, after Max filled us in on all the bells and whistles, and instructed us we’d be best off with an LED television, we narrowed down our search to a couple of Samsung models. In asking Max about the difference between a few of the tvs we were focused in on, we learned — or, rather, we were told — that a particular tv had a Flickr app(lication) from which we could stream our pictures. Well, as you know Dear Reader, I heart Flickr and I just about swooned when I heard this. The television was quite a bit more than we wanted to spend (quite a bit more), but because of its size (46″), its amazing picture quality, the Flickr app, and Max’s voice breaking when he realized the television cost even less than it had earlier in the week, we were sold. Off we went with more tv than we needed and more tv than we could afford. But it had Flickr! Or so we were told.

Fast forward a week later. I realize there is no Flickr app. Or at least no application that I can find. I call American. I tell the man who answers my concern. He passes me on to Max who starts the conversation with, “Who is this?” I speak to Max. And now is where I start to get angry. Max tells me multiple stories. In one, he tells me, well, the tv has Photobucket. In another, he says Sony has Flickr. Helpful. In yet another, he says the tv may have Flickr, but not Flickr Pro (I told him we had a Pro account). When I tell him they’re the same thing, really, he says, “Oh, well, I didn’t know.” He leaves to go check the tv for himself, which of course shows he has no idea if the tv has the app or not. He returns to the phone and tells me if he had known it was important to me, he would have checked on it before I purchased the tv. I stifle the urge to tell him if I’d know he was in the habit of making things up, I would have asked for another salesman. I say, “Look, you said there were hundreds of apps, and specifically a Flickr app.” He says, “There are hundreds of apps.” I say, “That’s fine, but there is no Flickr app.” He says, “I went through all of the apps with you.” I again stop myself from what I really want to say, which is, “(a) You told us there was a Flickr app and this is why we are on the phone right now! and (b) You just said there are hundreds of apps so there is no way you went through every single one of them with us when we spent no more than 15 minutes with you.” Argh. I am getting frustrated as I am clearly not dealing with someone honest or interested in righting the situation. I tell him I am not satisfied. I tell him I feel duped. He says, “In no way, shape or form did I ‘duped’ you.” I’m upset. He asks me what would help the situation. I tell him I need him to stop telling people there is a Flickr application on the television when there isn’t and ask him to call ‘his’ Samsung representative to find out if, and when, a Flickr application will be available for the tv (something he offered to do about five minutes earlier in the call). Fine. We end the conversation. At this point, though, I am livid. I am upset with how he treated me and, more significantly, I am upset that he lied. Whether he knew he was lying or not, I don’t know. But there is no Flickr app on the $$$$ television we bought. I tell AO, who is clearly not on board with my plan, that I need to return the tv. We spent too much money to be treated this way and I’m not going to let them get away with it. To me, this is now a moral issue. To Aaron, it’s a headache and a possible embarrassment. We pack up the tv and head off to American. We walk in, take the enormous tv to customer service and return it. The customer service woman calls for Max to come over to deal with the situation, but he declines, citing another customer’s needs. I’m relieved. Money back on our card (I hope) and we are done with the place.

Off to Costco. We find a Phillips tv with the same picture quality and motion sensor stuff (in numbers anyway) as the Samsung. It’s also the same size. It also brags of being ‘smart,’ but appears more humble about it. It’s also the display model so it’s marked down quite a bit. It’s less than half of the cost of the American debacle. Sold! A nice man named Arthur helps us with the purchase. Arthur, the check-out woman and Toussaint, the man checking our receipt, all comment on what a great deal we made. I agree.

On another positive note, and one that just sparkles with great customer service, I have to give a shout out to Continental. In February, I booked a ticket to see Sarayu in LA in April. Well, wouldn’t you know, the GAOOG just had to dart off to Albuquerque that same weekend to film In Plain Sight. Drat. So, the ticket was canceled and I was told I had a year (from February) to rebook the ticket, which would mean paying a fee of some sort ($150, I think) and any difference in price in the future ticket. Well, while it’s only July, I started getting nervous that I might not be able to use the ticket in time. And I just started getting more and more annoyed about the additional $150 fee. So, I decided to go out on a limb and email Continental and ask for a refund to my card. I realize it wasn’t exactly a dangerous limb I had headed out on, but I thought it a long-shot. Lo and behold, about a week after I sent my email, I received a response stating that my full ticket price would be refunded to my credit card. About a day after I received the email, I received the credit on my credit card statement! Hallelujah! I am so pleased with Continental for making the process simple, painless and right. Thanks, Continental!

UPDATE: The $$$$ from the debacle is indeed back on our credit card and I can breathe a little easier. I have no explanation for how we thought it was at all reasonable for us to spend that much on a television in the first place. I blame myself: I got a little overwhelmed by too much information (or, as it were, not enough), wanting to get it over with and the allure of a giant slideshow. I am so relieved that chapter is now closed.

Viva la Shrimp Truck!

One of the things about Madison that Coasties/Coasters/Lots of People like to complain about is its distance from an ocean. Of course, this really isn’t Madison’s fault, but it is hard to argue the point. Of course, people surf and sail in Lake Michigan and scuba dive, row and paddle in Lakes Monona and Mendota, so watersports are well-represented in the midwest. Aaron catches lots of bluegill and perch in local waters, and has been known to land a trout from time to time. But crustaceans? Not so much. I suppose there are crayfish for those so inclined, but most people aren’t. Enter the formidable Shrimp Truck!

The Shrimp Truck enters our fair city every so often and parks itself in the parking lot of Steve’s Liquor, on the corner of Midvale and University. There’s an email list you can get on to be notified of its next appearance, but I sort of like the surprise of driving down Midvale and seeing it appear on the horizon. With the truck comes delicious, freshly-caught shrimp straight from the U.S.’s very own Gulf (Galveston, according to their signage). The truck also dispenses crab and a few other tasty treats, but for me, it’s all about the shrimp.

For Aaron, too. We bought two pounds of extra-large shrimp (the choices are jumbo, xl and medium) for a grand total of $27. And tonight? We feast! Thanks Shrimp Truck! We’ll see you next time!