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November 6, 2018
The carpenters showed up early this morning to install the door wall. I assume they were carpenters. They had carpenter pencils. I had mixed feelings about the quality of their work. I guess I have always had mixed feelings about the work of carpenters. I learned this, I think, at an early age because my father was a carpenter and nothing was ever done to his satisfaction. I think that by his death he was trying to say something different to me, but by then I was so used to hearing the other that I couldn’t make sense of him.