Oh, I was such a wise guy! (This was a dream...) Somehow Ellie and I had booked ourselves on this group tour with a bunch of, well, rich white folk going who knows where, though Hillary Clinton was among our number in an elegant gray dress and a broad-brimmed hat, and I was anointed (oh, vanity!) the guru of the group, the wise elder to be consulted on all matters personal and philosophical. There was a father, a real jerk of a man, who was having trouble with his son and demanded that I set him (the son) straight. He (the father) decided that I was to be the young man's tutor and I, in my great wisdom, fathomed the situation with my usual brilliant insight: the young man just needed to be listened to and respected for who he was. I lifted his spirits with my great, compassionate understanding, and gave the father a good talking-to. Later (in the same story? I think) our party was to travel on by train and had to pass through a thick crowd of protesters to get on board; I found myself wondering how Hillary Clinton managed to cross the picket line...
That was last night. Today is Saturday, farmers' market day in Laguna Beach. The rains have passed, at least for now, and we are left perplexed by the source of our flood and not a little anxious about the cost of a fix. Working on our "punch list" for the contractor again last night, I realized that there is otherwise not very much left to complete--but this time I'm not going to anticipate completion before it actually happens and the last bills gets paid.
Meantime, I did promise some more before and after pictures. Here's the kitchen, before...
.... during...
... and after...
So we can't feel too sorry for ourselves, can we?
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