Call me Weezy. Because this is the view from our deluxe apartment in sky. If you don't get these references you are way too young to be reading my blog and might I suggest you listen to the Jeffersons theme song.
Insurance is kindly putting us up until our place is fixed. Estimated time: six weeks. I've always lived in the city of Chicago, but never downtown. Well, I actually lived downtown for maybe a week when I first moved to Chicago but why are you people haggling with me on the details?
This brief stay was at a disturbing place called Presidential Towers that was not remotely presidential. It was in one of those buildings where you could watch who was going in and out of the lobby on some special channel on tv so my roommates and I amused ourselves for hours that way upon returning from the bars. A prelude to my obsession with reality television I suppose. We can only hope I am entering into a similar set up. It's probably much less entertaining to see people coming to and fro in the middle of the day, however, and since I'm not up past 8:00 pm anymore my amusement might be limited.
We return from Alabama tomorrow and move into our new digs. I hate the term "new digs" by the way so please refrain from using it in my presence. I fear my children won't like the "downtown lifestyle" as realtors like to call it, thus not sleeping well at night or during nap time. (Read here impeding on my me-time.) I plan to lecture them about appreciating the sweeping views of the city and something about walking 10 miles to school in the snow. I think stories about mandatory long walks in the snow is what you tell ungrateful, cranky children who won't sleep.
PS -- We finally got a piece of the pie. (I wasn't quite done with The Jeffersons analogy. Sorry.)