Susil’s story about leaks reminded me of one horrendous winter night in New York at the loft. Jay was severely compromised and not functioning. I had a home health aide for part of every day. Around 4 a.m. I reached across him to check him out and he was wet. We had a leak but only on his side of the bed. I got up and moved furniture and dragged the bed away from the leak. I don’t remember now how I was able to do that.

I put on high rubber boots, I think they were Jay’s, and went to the roof, one flight up. It was a lake. The water came half way up my legs. Ice and snow had collected around a drain and blocked it.

I called my neighbor, Lila of fashion fame, and we shoveled snow off of the drain and the water slowly started draining off. If we hadn’t done that the roof might have collapsed. I don’t know where Terry was, he might have been traveling, but the women saved this day.

I made sure Jay was dry and then went back to sleep.
Another day in a stressed life or was it all a dream?

xx, Teal