No Sleep In Brooklyn

Yesterday at the pool house on School House the problem tank was removed from the premises without incident or evidence of contamination.  It was such a relief.  And the sellers, whom had previously seemed to me to be nemeses invited us in for coffee and sent us home with cookies.  They couldn't have been more lovely.  I couldn't be more grateful, or ashamed.

Today I signed a real, honest-to-goodness sale contract and wrote a check with a number that barely fit into the little box.  Everything is so close to actually working out...!!!!  But it's hard to feel as ecstatic as I should, not just because of the big number in the little box, but because I had absolutely no sleep last night.  How do people sleep in Brooklyn?  It's so loud!!  And there are bagels everywhere.  What is that about?!  Bags and bags of bagels.  Bags broken, bagels strewn.  What is wrong with you people, seriously?

I wish I could think of something more positive to say, or remember the name of this beautiful flowering shrub at our house in Iowa...

 
I did meet a mostly-lovely Moroccan-Frenchman last night.  He's not the man I've wanted to meet, but he's probably the man I deserve.