My mother died Saturday, 21 November, killed by COVID-19.
One of 255,000 Americans who did not have to die.
And counting. Still. Counting.
Aided and abetted by mass murderer Donald J. Trump, loser, and his accomplices — all of them dishonest, all of them irresponsible, all of them pathetic, all of them contemptible, all of them cowards, all of them traitors to the oath of office they take to preserve, protect and defend. Lock them up, every damnable one of them. Then go to hell.
Myra Leon, age 90; daughter of Jack and Rebecca; wife to and predeceased by Jerome; mother of Steven, David and Robert; mother in law to Jacquela, Ellen and Karen; grandmother to Justin, Amy, Adam, Stacy, Harley, Brody, Jadin; great-grandmother to Emma and Sofie; shepherd to Dynamite and Muffie; columnist at the Journal News; knitter, mahjong player, guide to field trips to the museum, passionate listener to Saturday matinee broadcasts of opera.
She loved well. She was well loved. She lived well. She lived long. She died early.
One day, start to finish, 730 am to 5 pm, arrival of crew to departure. Originally budgeted at up to three days, depending on weather. They cleaned the site with a magnet to collect errant nails and staples.
Back during the remodel, the roof was the ONE thing we did not have to rip off and replace, just repair in limited places. We were instructed to check it after about five years. Time’s up.
Metlife opted to cover most of the replacement, because hail. Thank you, Metlife.
The crew from Texas Traditions arrived about 730 am. The materials arrived about 830 am. By 10 am, most of the existing roof was torn away; Estimated life expectancy 20+ years consumed. New synthetic underlayment applied over the old black felt, because the felt was still good enough to provide a second layer of protection from water. And it sounds like elephants are playing soccer up there while Jadin is taking online classes and Steven attempts a video conference call.
it’s been a while. We’ve been busy. Living in the house. Working around the house. Tackling projects. Graduating from high school. Sending Jadin off to NYU to study screen writing. Bringing her home, because pandemic. Walking Adobe. Taking out the garbage. Building raised beds in the back yard for Jacquela to grow veggies. The usual …