Thursday, May 1, 2008

Roof and Peanuts

We are two signatures shy of an agreement on the purchase of a beautiful home. Closing the deal depends on whether or not the roof is sound, and if it needs work, who pays for it. Last week I called my roofer, a really good guy, terrific roofer, tall and lanky, he reminds me of Goofy the Disney character. The roofer knows everything about roofs and does excellent work. So he took a look at the roof on this lovely Spanish-style home we hope to buy. After his look, he told me that ¾ of the roof is shot and needs replaced to the tune of $10,000. So we went to the seller and asked for $10,000 off the sale price. The seller said, wait a minute, that roof is fine, and they proceeded to produce their evidence. Meanwhile, their realtor called our roofer and gave him what-for, calling him a deal-breaker (is that like a combination home-wrecker and ball-breaker?). She demanded proof that the roof is leaking. The roofer replied that he thought we said it was leaking. No one recalls accusing the roof of leaking. Libel, I tell ya! Then I got a faxed memo from the roofer apologizing profusely for destroying the house deal. He sounded miserable, like he might go jump off a roof. Not to worry. I paid him to go out again today and look at the roof more thoroughly on the assumption that there are no reported leaks. I await his report tomorrow. In the middle of the roof drama (roofer calling, realtors calling, faxes, emails, aargh, can’t get any work done), I get a phone call from a guy named Jerry who got my name out of some local directory that listed grant writers. Jerry is looking for a grant writer to help him start a hot roasted peanut stand business in which he intends to hire blind and deaf people to sell peanuts on street corners. When I told Ron about this, he said I should have shouted at Jerry, “ARE YOU NUTS?!” Poor Jerry thinks he’s going to be doing these blind and deaf people a favor setting them up with a job. Maybe he means people who are both blind and deaf. In that case, how does he expect them to make change? Perhaps I should have suggested he include in his business plan people with no legs who push themselves around on square scooter boards. Ironically, his call interrupted me while I was writing a grant to train and place mentally ill disabled individuals in mainstream jobs and I was busy researching the Supported Employment Model, that is built on the belief that, given adequate extra support, severely disabled people (i.e., mentally ill in this case) can make a significant contribution in the workplace, earn a competitive wage, and develop a career path. Bad timing, Jerry. I told him to call the Workforce Investment Board and went to make myself a peanut butter sandwich.

1 comment:

USelaine said...

I'm not a big fan of peanut butter. It sticks to the roof of my mouth.

Spanish style sounds marvelous (my early childhood was in southern California). I'm ready for the Sangria when you are. ;^)