04-JUL-A-7

 

THE SIGN-OUT IN PRE-DEPARTURE GATHERINGS WITH THE TEAM, A SAD FAREWELL POSTED TO FRANCE, WITH ABUNDANT TWIN PICTURES POSTED EVERYWHERE, AS I PACK OUT FOR DR/HAITI

 

July 16, 2004

 

            I am in “ceparture mode.”  I have just posted audiotapes to Martheen, a packet of pictures to Milly, and a very long series of letters to France.  I now meet with the group who will be accompanying me to DR/Haiti from which medicine boxes will be distributed and the questionnaire will be distributed as to their motivations and expectations—which will constitute some part of the dissertation I am also submitting on departure via email.

 

I have just come in form a long run around the Capital and DC Mall, where I myself was a tourist visitor on Monday., sitting on a carrousel horse next to a wild rider on a zebra you may have seen on the Photo Works access I had just mailed to you previously.  I will be going home to work on some ELDP pre-reading for the first residence period in August when I return.  On Saturday night, the Rockville Twilighter Run is staged starting at nine o’clock to beat the heat of the day, with helpful Rockville home owners spraying the runners with garden hoses as they pass.  I will be joining in the race, and perhaps Mark will come over for the big party in the town square afterwards.  It has been raining a lot, and we will see if the party can go on in what may be less humidity as forecasted.

 

I will be gone for the next weeks, and Derwood work should be suspended until my return.  Then there will be a flurry, including the next attempt to dig up all the yard to find the well, after a “dry hole” was dug the last time and re-filled.  Thursday morning I went over the “punch out” with Mike McKeeson, and a final billing for the balance—now due.  I was way ahead of the last check due, since I had written a check for $40,000 (force of habit) for the final bill of $15,000.  It turns out that the “balance due” which I was counting on being a surprise in my favor has run into the problem of “allowances,” and been reversed.  In the contract there is an allowance for various items which is struck at the end, and if there is an overage, I owe the difference plus 25% for their bookkeeping.  Items like the Powder Room with all its fancy fixtures and towel rack and special vanity blew the bank in a big way, so that most of the differences fell against me, and I turn out to owe them more than I thought they would be owing me!  That does not include the still pending charges for the ongoing plumbing re-doing, the furnishings that are coming in such as the Powder Room Mirror and “window treatments” as well as other designer charges, landscape, and, of course, the now vacant spaces for which other plans had been reserved.  I began to fill a few, and I ordered four blonde solid oak chairs for the Breakfast Room to be delivered by July 28, so that anyone seeing a picture of the Breakfast Room can no longer count the number of people as equal to the different number of seating styles!  When a few other touch ups are done, the Master Bedroom will still be a yawning cave, but most of the house will look somewhat presentable, absent a dining room set.  On August 4, the official photographer comes to shoot the hose for the D G Liu calendar and a magazine article.  A couple of prospective clients have already come through and admired it.

 

On Sunday afternoon, Keith Carr will be coming by to see the house, since he saw it after all the “demo” in the heart of winter, as I had gone to unpack the Bronco to start my drive up through New York State to Michigan with it.  Now, Keith and Kate will be coming for a picnic, as I pack out to leave in the morning along the itinerary you had received in Jun-B-9

 

I have been listening to an audiodisc kindly made by Christopher Tate on Tracy Kidder’s book “Mountains Beyond Mountains.” She followed Paul Farmer as his Boswell and this is his biography as well as that of Cange Hospital.  We will be working with them at the end of our stay in the next two weeks (see Jul-A-8.)

 

And, so, having sent a sad letter to someone miserable in deprivations of friends and  luxuries, I leave gloriously happy for the very  deprivation of these same luxuries to get back to doing something where I am needed.  The impoverished, my brothers, know that there are, indeed, “Mountains Beyond Mountains.”

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