A few weeks ago, we found out the house sprung a leak.
The plumber showed up today.
“Not your plumbing,” the guy said, “you’ve got cracks in your tile. See here.” The guy had huge Iron Cross tattoed on his forearm. When I mean huge, I mean huge.
“Cool,” I said. “What can you do?”
“You need to caulk and seal the cracks,” he shrugged, pointing to the little fissures in the tile. I hadn’t seen the cracks before. “That’s not our department.” Though doing nothing, he dusted off his hands, “the good thing is I don’t have to tear up your wall. That could be really messy and expensive.”
Worth the co-pay.
Today I put my wristband back on my Canon SL2 and took it out with me. today. Took a couple of shots with it for the first time in forever. It’s still a little unwieldy, but I need to get used the camera.
I need to use this camera. Abuse the hell out of it until it breaks, until then, shoot with it as much as I can.
Three shots not worth mentioning, but it is my blog so I’ll show mention them:
