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coming together

The most wonderful thing happened today: I rode to the Y to do the usual Wednesday lunchtime class – Carole is away but someone always subs for her – to find that all the classes were cancelled! There’d been a power outage. Yes, I could have lifted weights or jogged around on my own, but instead, I sat for ages in the sauna, had a shower, and went home. I didn’t need exercise, for God’s sake, I’ve been hauling boxes up and down for days. I only went to see my friends, but another day. Hooray for power outages at exactly the right time.

Instead I rode my bike in the crisp spring sun – the day started cold but bright, and later it got hot – to the wonderful Carpet Mill in Riverdale, which sells carpet remainders at very reasonable prices, to replace the rug ruined by the sump pump leaks. Visited my beloved Wayson on the way, since he lives nearby. He is now quite open about what’s happening to him. “I now know – I have Alzheimer’s,” he says, with his impish grin. He has notebooks where he writes everything down and though thinner, looks fine. The last time I called him to say I’d come visit, he misunderstood and set off for my house, so when I arrived at his, he was arriving at mine. What matters is that he’s safe and will come over soon for dinner.

Ed was working here all day today. He was Kevin’s helper during the reno; Kevin, my neighbour the contractor, was in charge of most of the work – carpentry, plumbing, drywall, he does it all, and so does Ed, who’s a stellar problem solver in his own right. He’s here to replace the baseboards damaged by the sump and put up pictures and do other stuff – my idea of heaven, a willing and able man with a power drill and a stud finder. Kevin came by, and there we were, the trio who somehow survived a brutally exhausting, protracted, and difficult winter renovation. It was good to be with them again, these capable men; good to know that we are all friends despite the stress and tensions we went through. Best of all, I’m still friends with Jean-Marc, who designed the project and was my main opponent – and ally.

So yes, it’s all coming together, this investment, better than ever. If only the old bag who lives here could say the same.

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