this is happening. i may or may not have referred to this place as my "permanent campsite". By campsite standards, it is
luxury. by others, not. for some time, i have avoided any real thought forms about what was happening under the kitchen
sink. some time being a few years. in the last couple months, i became aware that this wouldn't work. the leak required
a second bucket. when i actually looked, there was some kind of gelatinous substance on the under sink wall.
and so.
neighbor and his son came. first, a new subflooring in the ROOM, which is where i sew and then, we began the makeover
of the kitchen.
part of me doesn't want to show anyone this, but part of me says it's important.