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We Are Mastering Adversity
A series of calamities, small letter “c,” have befallen us, as we Lewis and Clark Nevada; we are now sleeping off the floor, the window blinds are all in, the new couch was delivered and almost damaged in the house (!), delivered by klutz and putz. While this goes on, we make merry for our mutual sanity by buying accessories — throw pillows, bedroom lamps, and venture at day’s end to The District — last night was Ben and Jerry’s. What we enjoy is coffee, a pastry and plopping down on bistro rattan chairs to watch the world go by. A real pleasure. Jane has…
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Comes The Dawn
By tomorrow we will be sleeping in our bed. Furniture will be roughly situated. Painting, prints and photos to be assigned their places. Some physical semblance of order will take shape. Internally there is no real order now as the rhythm of writing and thinking has been jarred loose from its moorings. All is repairable. A wide array of things to do, to be seen, to be tried out are lining up. One of them is to take a bus ride along the three mile strip, getting a sense of the casino/hotels for further investigation. I am beginning to sense the…
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In The Stream Of Consciousness
While I blog the handyman is renovating the upstairs closet. He will then move on to another closet and install shelving to house Jane’s many books and finally caulk the backsplash in the kitchen. And so it goes. We will be asking him to give us a bid on tiling the outside balcony deck which is spongy. Isn’t all this riveting? The other night we heard shrieks as if transformers mating and we were up all night; finally it turned out to be a motor connected to the air conditioning which we did without for a few hours in this unbelievable heat. Someone defined…
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A Free (?) Moment While This And That Is Happening
The painter is back (a young kid, really) for he did a shit-poor job the first time; the second call back is for carpeting which was defective throughout the house. The carpet man shared over the cell that he was in his “help mode” and I retorted that I am in my “victim mode.” I detest bullshit language like that and he soon sensed my rage. Two major efforts backfired but we are recovering and with a vengeance. What do you do when the painter tells you he did not bring an extension for the paint roller? I think I…