The major renovations are done. So master contractor Santi has packed up and moved on to his next project, while we’re busy doing laundry, cleaning, vacuuming and wiping up sawdust, rearranging furniture, putting things away… doing laundry, cleaning, vacuuming and wiping up sawdust… oh, and doing laundry, cleaning, and vacuuming and wiping up sawdust.
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| WITH DALE, 1967. |
We went shopping today, hauling home two huge bags of shelving organizers, bed linens, and some other crap. Two new bookcases and my new desk chair will be delivered tomorrow. Every joint in my body aches. My arms and legs are covered with cuts and scratches. I burst a blood vessel in the palm of my hand. I know I’ve overdone it, but I’m the type who wants to have everything in order immediately. (San Geraldo is not.)
At least I haven’t been stabbed by an African Spear — today.
“And then a shower…”
