Disappointed

When a not-so-great business closes, I always hope something awesome will go in. Awesome like a sushi restaurant, an upscale (but not too trendy) bar, or a stationary store.

The old Yukon was a club with a wide array of patrons: prostitutes, drug dealers, random locals, and transgendered Latinos. Not a place I was itching to hang out, though my brother liked it.

So, when it closed, I had high hopes. Wouldn't it be nice to have a bar, in walking distance, where we could watch the game, or hang out for a beer, or get a meal?

When I went by yesterday, my heart sunk. Someone put a furniture store in their. A stinkin' low end Lake Street furniture store. Like Lake Street, or this neighborhood, needs another furniture store. I just hope this one isn't another drug front...

Happy New Year

As we were getting ready to have a few people over the tension was building. In a few hours, people were going to arrive and dinner wasn't even close to being ready. CJ was upstairs taking a shower and I was in the kitchen. I walked into the dining room, and noticed, it was raining... inside.

"CJ, CJ!!!"

"I can't hear you, I'm in the shower."

No crap he's in the shower, that's why it is raining in the dining room.

The crack to the right has always been there. The two right angle cracks are new.

Right, just what we needed when guests were coming. Or really ever.

It seems, when I was scrubbing the shower, I scrubbed a little too hard. As the caulking between the first and second row of tile came out, I thought, "who caulks tile? Shouldn't it be grouted?" Well, I guess the person who caulks tile is the one who doesn't like water in the dining room.

Anyway, it is fixed now, it just took a little caulk.

Well, happy New Year.