Yesterday I was thinking about the Wheel of Fortune as it was envisioned in medieval times, how sometimes you’re on top, the king, and then — with for no explicable reason, you’re on the bottom, a beggar. “Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down.” “What goes around comes around.”
The home improvement projects are moving along. The kitchen sink drains have been repaired for less than I feared, but enough. The new garage door has been ordered and the cost is more than I hoped, but less than it could’ve been. The garage roof is the last remaining struggle. Just to get roofers to look at it has been the challenge, but now two “companies” have come out, one of them two Amish guys and their Hispanic driver. The Amish have had to make some adjustments so they can make a living in this vast valley. They were up on the roof, measured and diagnosed the problem in less than 5 minutes, proposed and explained the solution to me, and left. No small talk, no customer relations kind of thing, all business. I liked it.
Tomorrow an Irishman (Callahan) is coming out to look and I expect the opposite. Last week a “normal” roofing company came, but I have yet to see the estimate.
So it goes and I am somewhat imprisoned by this, but when it’s over, it will be good and I’ll be on a better spot on the “wheel.”