Carl phoned me again. Carl calls me all the time. Someone should swipe that man's telephone. He says "Hail." He says that followed by complete silence. Carl has made a habit of this.
We-Carl. others less prone to call-live in a close-knit neighborhood. Everyone knows each other so Carl posits this closeness, this accidental nearness gives him permission to reign over communication like Carl is the least threatening Napoleon ever.
So what did he have to tell me today? Passionately he tells me to come over; he wanted to show me something. Subterfuge bounces off Carl like a trampoline. I walked to Carl's home
Carl's yard is as boisterous as his personality. Marking the end of winter he's set-up a huge, decorative groundhog. Gaudily it greets me as I approach his porch. Carl opens his door before I can knock. He has a large grin. He takes me by my elbow back out to the yard. Carl stares upward. I follow his lead. We're both looking up. Things aren't looking up.
"Notice anything different?" Nope. "I put up a gutter cover." Fantastic. "No, it's more than fantastic. It's changed my life". He tells me the seamless cover stops debris from building up, which reduces the amount of cleaning service I have to provide." For once, Carl's ramblings were actually of use.
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