Hick Is Still on Uppers

After a three-day sojourn from Bargain House renovations, Hick was back at it on Monday. He and Old Buddy put up the remaining upper cabinets. These are on the wall the kitchen shares with the laundry room that is now part of the back entrance to Bargain House.

Hick says the stove, refrigerator, and microwave will fit under these small upper cabinets. He is keeping that door, and giving it a fresh coat of white paint. I like that idea. It's an unusual door, and more interesting than a plain panel door.

I asked Hick's plans for the backsplash, and he said he thought he'd use flooring, like he did at the Double Hovel flip house(s). He thinks he has some of the gray version left in The Pony's garage, and is going by to check on it. I like the thought of the gray with the white cabinets. Hick says he will probably use a different kind for the floor, so as not to be too matchy.

Hopefully, Hick is now off the uppers. The kitchen is actually going faster than I expected.

The Universe Shows No Mercy

Can Val catch a break, please? After all the preparations for Thanksgiving dinner, with the shopping and the cooking and the taxi-ing The Pony here for help, and the cleanup, and the leftover-storing, and leftover-warming, and let's not forget all that DISHWASHING with no dishwasher... you'd think that maybe Val might be rewarded with AT LEAST her usual return on her scratcher tickets. 

BUT NO!

For two days, I've been on a losing streak! LOSING! More than normal losing. On Friday, I won NOTHING! A shut-out! That has not happened for over a year. Saturday was snowy and rainy and freezing, so I stayed home. I had seen the forecast, and had saved some of Friday's scratchers for that day. Also, Hick agreed to bring me six tickets that I specifically requested, and paid for. Only three winners from that day. Not even my usual minimum win percentage.

This is Sunday. I'm going to town. The snow has melted. Sunny for now. Windy and cold. Surely it's time for a big winner. Right? I've even upped The Universe's indebtedness by spending a half hour of my valuable time writing checks for Hick's business taxes and business license. Plus filling out the annoying forms.

I'm not asking for the moon. Just a decent percentage of money back for my scratcher allowance. I wouldn't turn down a big winner, of course. I only want The Universe to be fair.

I guess this is why it's called gambling. Not winning.