This afternoon I loaded 400 pounds on flagstone in the back of my Jaguar..Sorry Vito, but it had to be done. Michael brought home a can of roofing tar and quickly got to work on the roof of his guest cottage. The dark clouds moved in and it was clear he would need more tar and help. I drove over to an old neighborhood of San Jose and bought 4 more cans of tar. On my way back to his house I saw a tiny antiques store, complete with bars on the windows. I generally don’t go to stores with bars on the windows, but this one had something gold and unmistakably Paloma Picasso peeking out between the old black bars. I pulled over and bought a fantastic pair of Tiffany earrings. I’m sure I looked a sight, in my work clothes (Vitos old sweatshirt and pants.)
When I got back to Mike’s I went on the roof and we got the whole thing finished before dark and before rain. I stopped for gas, back in the neighborhood and I really did look like a wreak. Vitos old clothes (covered in paint and tar) and my hands, face and hair with splotches of tar. At least I was wearing a gorgeous pair of earrings! I am over worrying what people think of me.