I broke four nails. But the ground, too, is broken, ready for the mason who arrives in a couple weeks. If I can only land a building permit by that time, all will be well. Had to get some more info from the engineer, the surveryor. The architect is redrawing grades, I'm still xeroxing my brains out. And I have a lot of poison ivy roots and two house-high stacks of prickers to deal with. I still have six fingernails.
Hey Claudia! Looks like you're making progress. Sorry I missed you while you were in town. I now have my new computer and can join the blog world. I may have to drop in on you the next time I am on my way to the Cape. Looks lovely there.
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My hair is SO tangly. I'm not really sue what to do—I left my good hairbrush in NYC. . .
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