13 February 2019 is not much of anything, as far as I can tell—I have nothing for it on my calendar anyway. Nor am I turning up anything in the news that catches my interest—I’m sure that there are items there, but I’m not that intrigued by anything I’m seeing. In 1998 on this date I had a frustrating meeting with a guy from L---- Construction—they were doing work on my then house, now demolished and replaced by some modern abomination. Actually I didn’t have a meeting—we were scheduled for a meeting to cover some areas of concern I had about things being done badly or not at all at eleven o’clock, but at 10:57 I found the guy’s card in my door and when I called his office they didn’t know anything. I waited around till 11:40 but he never showed up, though from the guys on site I learned that he had been there and talked with them—which was nice for them, but didn’t do me any good. I did eventually get the outside lighting restored and the basement door back to a usable condition—this by paying them more money, though in my view as they’d fucked these things up they ought to have restored them—but the downspout from the gutter remained precisely where I had said it should not be located because it put water into the basement, and they never did finish the work on the back porch.
Years later I learned that what they’d done with the line supplying the main power to the house was strictly illegal, and possibly a fire hazard.