So…last week, I was sitting in my recliner, doing homework, watching probably some criminal procedural on TV, just minding my own business. Out of nowhere, there is a horrible crashing sound and I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
That something wound up being a brick falling down the chimney and into the fireplace. I haven’t really figured out what exactly I should do with it, so it’s still sitting there.
Eric had one masonry guy climb up on the roof during the week so he could give us an estimate, but he also scheduled another guy to come out on the weekend, i.e. Saturday morning. I missed the exchange between Eric and this guy, but uh, yeah, we’re probably not going to call him back, seeing as how Eric told him we needed work on the chimney, and the guy didn’t even bring a ladder and just tried to eyeball the situation…from outside…at ground level. Genius.
We’ve been making it a point to go to the library every couple weeks for audiobooks. Since my commute is ridiculous, they are a good way to pass the time, and most of the libraries we’ve been to (Little Village, Beverly, Avalon, Irving Park) have had a decent selection. Saturday, however, we decided to go the Greater Grand Crossing Branch, which is on the corner of 73rd, Ellis, and South Chicago.
This was a much different experience. The library was small, with a lot of empty space on its shelves, and instead of having a dedicated area just for audiobooks, the audibooks were interspersed with the regular books, which meant you really had to hunt for them. Normally, I only opt for non-fiction audibooks, there was just something that didn’t feel right about having a ‘story’ read to me. But, alas, there were only like three non-fiction selections, none of which seemed very promising.
I was just going to go bookless, but then Eric pointed out Stephen King’s “Duma Key” to me. I was about to be like “meh”, but THEN i glanced at who was reading it (I checked out a book once and they guy reading had a terrible whistle when he spoke, I couldn’t even get past the first 10 minutes. Whoever produced THAT should have maybe put some thought into getting someone that wouldn’t be so obviously annoying. Anyway, I digress).
That’s right. John Slattery. But in my head, Roger Sterling is totally sitting there in his little suit with vest get-up reading to me…I have no shame.