So I dunno – there’s still a large contigent lobbying me that I need a whole new one. I’m being pulled in two directions – the carpenter says patch – and it could even be real plaster put on by this cool old school lesbian plasterer I met at a 50th birthday party at an incredible 1850s house out in the country, that had been restored lovingingly to gay couple fabulous-ness – so I feel reassured, it’s not so bad when I talk to him. The plumber thinks I should call my insurance agent and see if I can get the job covered on my homeowners – so that’s back to making me feel like it’s very bad.

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The sink in the upstairs bathroom at the dining club has been secretly leaking into the floor and ceiling. The plumber – and Mark who is ever the optimist, so really scarey to hear it from him – say I am going to need a new kitchen ceiling.

Right now it doesn’t seem that bad – there’s a small hole in the kitchen ceiling. I’m waiting for the contractor to call me back and set up a time for them to look at the work. I’ll get a picture when I meet them for the estimate. Here’s what the new sink is going to look like:

Spruce Cove

I’m gonna go with dinner Thursday – there’re only 6 people – but I’ve already cancelled the 25th. I also think it’ll be OK for Vegan cupcakes Sunday afternoon.