So here’s the hole in the ceiling:
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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