I haven’t mentioned the outcome before over here, but back in September–you know, back when the economy seemed okay, back when we didn’t have thousands in medical bills and co-pays, etc–we decided to go for an old and very large dream of ours: we signed the papers. We were going solar. Bigtime. (Now if the car companies would only fall in line so we can charge a car from the house. Can’t afford a Tesla…)
And then we had to wait for our panels to be manufactured. Others who had tax breaks elsewhere with a January 1 deadline got theirs ahead of us, and we were okay with that. But finally we got word that our panels were ready to be delivered and installed.
…The week I got home after nearly three weeks in the hospital with my total-colectomy surgery. With all those skylights, dead center in one bathroom and above the sink of the other (but with a strategic door at least). Oh joy. Hi guys.
The owner of the company, who knew, told each of his workers they had to knock on the door and ask permission each day before doing anything or making any noise up there, that they were not to interfere in my recovering. I was quite surprised. And each day, they got told thank you for asking, and hey, go right ahead. Work progressed nicely. (I wanted it OVER with!)
It was worth every moment.
My cousin Dan and his family who came over last night–turns out they got the same panels a year ahead of ours.  Cool.
Now, this being California in a drought, if only we could do the same produce-your-own with water. Suppose we could build a pipeline and help out those folks in Fargo?