Well, the first day of my 'vacation' between jobs was spent doing stuff I'm not particularly good at. Namely, working with wood. After spending a good hour wandering around at Home Depot with a very noisy cart, I plugged a hole in our dining room floor. Today is laminate flooring day and we had an old vent hole that needed filling. Let's just say I had no idea it was so hard to cut 3/4 inch plywood with a hand saw.

I then started to build a platform at the bottom of our cellar stairs and gave up after realizing I didn't have the right type of nails. Tomorrow, my Competent Guy friend Scott is coming to help me with the floor. I'll seek his advice with framing.

I didn't spend the whole day working, though. Some of it was spent in mindless diversions, such as reading websites like the Gallery of Regrettable Food. Very funny stuff. I ordered his new book from Amazon and can't wait for it to be in.

As a sort of reward to myself for finishing some projects, we went out to sample Bangor's newest restaurant, the Texas Roadhouse. Verdict? The atmosphere is odd. There are peanut shells all over the floor, the music is loud and the wait staff, um, dances at times. Plus people yell "yee haw" a lot. Incidentally, Mainers have no idea how to give a good "yee haw." The trick is to draw the "yee" out longer and don't over-enunciate.

The food was very good. I had chicken fried steak with fries and white gravy. My arteries aren't very happy, but my stomach's gratitude more than makes up for it. Plus, the prices were reasonable. If they'd just turn the country music down a bit, the restaurant would be great.

Yup, this was pretty much a "Dear Diary" sort of post. Well, you can't say you weren't warned.