I am back from NYC and may have tales to tell. . . but not today. The roofers are here now--about ten Jamaican fellows freaking out about the steepness of my roof-- and are tearing the place up. I have little faith. My recent life has been a series of regrettable mistakes, I feel, and this could be one of them. There is little choice. The roof leaks and must be replaced. I went with the much less expensive company. What will I get? What I pay for? What I deserve?
We must always hope that we don't get what we deserve.
I have much to say about the New York trip, however, though there will not be many photos. I saw art but didn't make it for I was not alone. When traveling, one must be a good companion.
But that is the story for another day.
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