But the gal we need to order from is at the dentists.

Re-try tomorrow.

We got the gasket for the dishwasher tub…ie, that keeps the water inside the dishwasher.

We are really tired. Allergy is bothering me—couldn’t have anything to do with soaked wood flooring. Naw.

The bathroom however has all its pieces except the tile, and it will be here soon. Hardest come by is the tiny border we want around the little tile mural. But that’s all within two weeks. We are now showering with overfriendly plastic wrap which billows up every time you turn on the water.

We did get a surprise check for French rights to Foreigner, which will pay for the kitchen floor, if we lay it ourselves. Score one for us! So far our repairs have held and we have had no more leaks in the kitchen. I am installing a water-alarm in the kitchen cabinet underside, so that if water drips down there, it will scream like a banshee.

We found a flooring we like. It’s not too bad in price. When we go back to deal with the tile situation, we’ll talk about that. Our downstairs has ancient indoor-outdoor carpet that has been flooded. Our basement stairs are slabs of board covered with same, with no facie board, ie, there’s a gap under the steps. But we can still handle that ourselves. I am however making a deal with Jane that we get the board (laminate) now while it’s on sale, but postpone laying it until we have time to do the job. We are now facing end-of-year accounting and, of course, that great American pastime, getting things together for the income tax people, which is a national obsession until April 15, the deadline, surpassing baseball, football, basketball, and the lottery, and has probably cost billions in heart attacks and lost productivity. The mere thought that there could be 50.00 more deduction in those figures if you could just find it will keep some people, particularly men with some clerical skills, going at it to the exclusion of rest or food, figuring and refiguring. I used to worry about my father every time that period rolled around: he’d start in January, trying to find receipts, and wind up with a dining table covered with receipts, papers, scrap paper and tax forms, many, many tax forms. I so wish we’d just go over to a national flat tax—but in the eyes of many that would take all the sport out of it.