Dimming Lights, Fat Attorney, Burned House, Funny Old Woman

Yesterday I called an electrician, Master Electric, to check on our electrical system. He rewired the breaker box which stopped the dimming, but he pointed out that the breaker to the new washer/dryer was not a breaker at all, it was only a switch. He suggested we call them and demand that they replace it immediately without charge. We did, and they did. Within an hour after the call was made, the problem was fixed. It was sparking each time the dryer was turned on. Barry and I got nervous about a possible fire. Not only would we lose the house, but we might even lose our lives. We feel better now, although the house is still not insured. We are waiting to hear from Ricky before we can get things moving.
Barry and I went to visit a realestate lawyer on 6th and 6th in Texas City. His office smelled like mold and was furnished with old furniture. There was a hole in the wall where one of the attorneys lost his temper and kicked it. He was a big guy by the name of Placamire (sp?). I liked his demeanor. I hope Rick consents to using him to create the needed forms and deeds so that Ronnie can finally own his home and Barry and I can the process moving so that we can own this house.
A neighbors house on 11th avenue caught on fire last week and went up in flames fast. A toaster was the culpret. It was sad seeing an old historic house destroyed.
I've been noticing an old woman routinely walking around the block lately. I had a suspicion that it was Ida Morton Ross, the insurance lady whose husband used to be partners with my Aunt Pearl McGar. So, last night as she walked by, I ran out to greet her. I was right. It is Ida Morton Ross, also the grandmother to two of my childhood girlfriends, Meade and Carol Ann Rinker. It was in their house where I first ate a honey bun. I had never eaten anything so wonderful. It was also at their house where I first witnessed a hot sandwich being made in a contraption that smashed it and cut off the crust and heated it over the stove. Anyway, Ida Ross is a delightful woman. She made us laugh a few times with her limricks and stories of the past and present. We said our goodbyes and watched her walk on down the street assisted by two walking canes, "If you don't use it, you lose it." She told me my friend Meade is living in San Antonio working as a property manager along with her husband, and Carol Ann lives in South Houston working at an animal boarding business. Sadly, her 19 year old daughter just committed suicide.
I have a finance final at 1:00, so I better go study.....