Well, I Am Not French

I vaguely remember not so long ago in my recent past, I promised myself and thus it could be assumed I also promised anyone out there who cares I was going to try to write every day.  Now, I never intended to indicate I would try to write in my blog every day, just that I would write every day.
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Well, seems I already blew this very first New Year's Resolution I ever made.  I did not write every day or for that matter I did not write any day since last we touched base

I got wrapped up taking on a new homeowner project.  CR, the all things electrical Wiz and longtime friend decided sooner was better than later to install my new main panel.  He had suggested it while helping me patch up the old wiring system I had.  Being a no bullshit kinda guy, his suggestions were brutally frank.  "Why fix this when you need to start with a new main panel.  What are you?  French?"



Before anyone gets their bowels in an uproar over this less than PC slam,  CR has roots that head directly up into Quebec over der.  It seems to be okay to use insulting stereotypes if one belongs to that specific group, racial, ethnic, or I guess even religious.  Of course since I have nary a drop of French anything in my blood, I would never allow myself , what with being the pallid white boy who has relatives in Scotland somewhere, well I would never say that about someone, French or not.

Americans can't just be Americans anymore.  We have to hail from somewhere else.  And it's okay for me to slam the Scots, but by jeezus, you better not unless you have a Mac in your name.

Well, CR wanted to install the new main panel right away.  Anything else I had on the burners was shut down.  My entire waking focus was dedicated to making the new install as little trouble for my friend as I could.

CR insisted I also get 2 new sub panels so that once the new Main was in, in a week or so, he would come back and we would install at least one of the new sub Panels, specifically the one next to this paragraph.

At 50 plus years of age, the circuit breakers in Sub Panel "A" began to fail.  Per my usual, I was ready to find some replacement breakers and patch it up.  And until that time, I just added the old non working circuits to one of the other still cruising circuits to get by.  That was a year ago.  I had seven circuits jammed onto four circuit breakers.  CR looked at this sad, sad excuse for an electrical panel and said,  "Yep, you must be French."

Since I was not French, I replied, " Well I'm not French, but I guess you could say I am a dumass."

CR looked at me and nodded.  "That you are my friend.  That you are."

Keep it 'tween the ditches........................................