With some relief from stress and anxiety, I can report that the roof on our bungalow house has now been completed. Six weeks of one living creature being replaced - piecemeal - by another living creature. A creature that moves in its being just like a roof. Its waves are not so ridged as the sea's during storms, though.

The eaves cupboards - as spaces - are different spaces to replace the old ones. Yet the same spaces?

The spaces of the mind have changed. I shall aways associate this whole roof business with another significant event in my life currently taking its course. One with more, but gradually less, life than any roof.

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