The part of my heart not owned by Frank Rich is owned by Paul Krugman. He blames everything on Reagan. Yes, finally, somebody who gets it. My best friend has been blaming Reagan since he was in office
I want so badly to be a person who laughs everything off. “Oh, he caused a flood and part of my new bamboo floor to buckle and maybe rot. I will just sue.” But I can’t–either laugh it off or sue without fear that I’m doing something horrible. That my lawsuit will upset the laws of nature, and even if I win, I will be paying in someways for the rest of my life. I’m not a person who sues, obviously.

The plumber who hides under a cloak of Christianity and is anything but a true Christian told me that I had a “slow” (to explain why my water meter wasn’t going bonkers; why there was no mold or any signs of a flood) flood. I asked for a second opinion. He ignored me and opened the frigging wall. Open walls is one of my phobias left from pre-war Manhattan buildings that had too many floods and rodents.

I had to have other plumbers come and clean the flood(s) he literally began. Now my new bamboo floor is buckling, in the flood area, and the planks have darkened. I dislike air conditioning but have to keep the room unnaturally cold in hopes that the planks will settle back to their original beautiful state.

I spent a lot of time and money on the renovation. As this hasn’t been the best of economic times for anybody I made a game out of buying furniture and kept the costs of each piece low. I made myself forget that I love quality. It’s hard to pass furniture that I really wanted and could have afforded a year ago. That said I love everything I own and there’s some solace to working within parameters I set to keep me from over-spending. I don’t really need rattan outdoor furniture. Oh but I want….

Two people from my high school class have died in the past two weeks. Facebook keeps telling me to add one of the people to my “friends.” That freaks me out more than a bit for more reasons than the obvious. (That sounds cryptic because it is.)

The woman who called to tell me said “we’re reaching that age…” “Excuse me,” I answered, “how old was your father when he died? And your mother? Is her being alive at 79 a medical miracle?”

I refuse to consider the late 50′s old but I know many people do and that depresses me. I saw something about Ed Asner and realized he was only about 40 when Mary Tyler Moore began and that depressed me as I always assumed he was ancient. Not that I thought about him.

I thought I closed my New York bank account but apparently closing an account doesn’t ensure that it happens. It’s been that kind of month. And it’s just June 1st.

I have found myself second guessing my move. Not because I dislike the people or are uncomfortable here but for countless small reasons. Too much time spent on the house being the first. Little time to myself ranking up there.

“Nobody has ever tried to rip me off so blatantly in New York,” being a big one. Yes there was the doorman/contractor but I allowed that to happen and knew it.

People assume EldonOne and I are living together as he’s over often. No. We’re. Not.

I bought my first garden hose today with a nozzle that can change settings from a spray to a mist and everything in between. That cheered me. I was using Eldon’s sister’s boyfriend’s next door neighbors. I think the neighbor was trying to get rid of his.

It’s this suing thing that has me crazed. Everything else will seem funny on Wednesday when my cousin comes. The floor can be fixed. I have to go to New York in July so they can do it then. I hope this can be a friendly thing between lawyers but I have heard so many horrible things about the plumber from other plumbers and Eldon’s heard worse things from former customers. He did come highly recommended by people we both know.

I don’t know. Life’s a bitch and if you’re lucky you live in good health.

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