I stopped in the LaLa with the Bean this morning on our walk – btw fall is in the air and the breeze was blowing so lovely that it made me nostalgic – fall always does that, I think of uniforms (like the Cabrini girls) and lunch boxes and corduroy and wool and fire – something so magical about fall – anyway I stopped in and K was there and I looked over the bathrooms – the floors are down in both bathrooms and they look awesome! – K said he wanted to talk to me about “communication” and I took a deep breath – he said “you said the terrace was a cluster fuck, I don’t know what a cluster fuck is, but I shook my head as if I did, could you tell me what that means?” – I said a cluster fuck is the epitome of the terrace, it is when you tell me 3 months ago that you have a solution for the terrace and waterproofing, then S says that maybe we should do it this way, then I get a bid from Orleans Sheet Metal to do it a different way, then Twickler offers another way, and all of you are also saying it’s an issue, a potential BIG problem, and then you say you are going to take care of it, then you go away and come back and say you are not, and then I get another person to help, and they you say you are going to do it, and then you go away and come back and say you are not going to do it, and then I get another person to say they will do it, then you say you got the rubber roof and are bringing it back from Michigan and your feelings are hurt that I am not using you, then you say you don’t know how to price it, and then three weeks later you still don’t know, so I get Twickler to price it, and then you say you will do it for the same price, but when yesterday comes, a couple of days before it is going to start raining again, you say you are not doing it – QED – cluster fuck.