I was watching a report on Seattle this morning when I saw this presentation:
You’ll note that they’re talking about the huge amount of property crimes in Seattle. Did you see the city just below them? San Antonio. We have more property crimes – lots more – than Chicago and New York City.
When I was burgled in 2007 the policeman who responded told me that San Antonio was overrun with property crimes. I guess things haven’t changed in twelve years.
After I saw that graph I went looking for statistics. Be careful of what you look for.
Currently, your chance of being a victim of property crime in San Antonio is 1 in 20. San Antonio also has one of the highest rates of motor vehicle thefts in the country. (Most of those stolen cars end up in Mexico.) We also have, as of March 16, 2019, 3605 sex offenders living in the city.
Here’s the link for sex offenders if you want to look for your neighborhood: http://criminalwatchdog.com/neighborhood-watch/
Well, now I’m depressed that I went in search of information. How’s life in your city?
The other day I told you about the Great Raccoon Caper. I mentioned, in passing, how expensive it was. Think 4 figures.
When I went out to the garage to do the garbage yesterday, after the trap was set, I noticed that water was coming from under my car. My first thought was radiator. Nope. It was the water conditioner. So, I called Culligan and out they came this morning.
It was the resin tank leaking. The resin tank is not a cheap bit of equipment. Mine went out of warranty in 2017. It turned out that it was the O-ring on the top of the resin tank. So, that was only a few hundred dollars.
However, the water pressure was 90 when it should have been 70. I have replaced the PRV (pressure regulating valve) three times. It is evidently going out again. When it goes out for good you don’t have water, so I called the plumber.
Please, Mr. Plumber, come out and replace the PRV, this time with a brass one that can be adjusted when it starts to go out in a year or two.
Of course, said Mr. Plumber. We shall bop out there on Monday and only charge you slightly south of $500.00.
It’s the first week of 2019. It’s already been mucho expensive. I’m thinking that this is like the old saying, “Bad rehearsal, great play.” 2019 is going to be my best year ever, y’all.
So that’s how I’m going to see these shenanigans.
I am deeply appreciative for the lovely people who have helped me this week. Rob, from Culligan, has been great ever since I met him in 2017. Jerry, my plumber, is one of the best people in the world. I like and trust them both. Waylon, of the raccoon trapping company, is a genuinely nice guy, too.
I would much rather have had NO raccoon or leak or PRV issue, but isn’t it nice to know super people? And I’m not kidding about the BEST YEAR EVER!
PS – Stanley is still recuperating. He was apoplectic about Culligan and was shunted off to the back yard for the duration. You could hear him from the front yard. Stanley was able to bark and whine to the max and has been treated to cuddles and cookies ever since.