Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Bone Dry

The patch on the leak held like a charm. It's bone dry, dry as a bone. The black mold, which seemed to have a life of its own, once removed from its life source, is also dry as a bone, totally aired out, bone dry. Now all I need to do, really, is get some of the ceiling pieces -- larger chunks as well as smaller broken debris, sort of like 50s, 20s, and change -- out of here. Most of it hasn't had a chance to get totally dried out yet, although the smaller pieces are in fact bone dry.

I'm looking up at the copper pipes as we speak. This stuff is usually covered by the ceiling. It makes a real mess, that's for sure. And I'm sure I'll need someone to come fix it, or perhaps I could just pull the rest down and make it look hip, like one of those old warehouses they make into a fancy restaurant. Then when I'm eating my apricots I could lean back and look up and feel happy about how terrible my place looks.

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