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Remember?

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The question: “Remember?” is a mystery to me. It’s a reminder, in almost an accusatory way. As though there was some deal or consensus in the past that I’d forgotten about. I may end up posting this on Everyblock, to see if anyone knows what this is all about.

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Ps.120:3,4

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What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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Stumbling Upon Utopia

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My suspicious nature immediately made me think this was part of some marketing campaign. Anytime someone is hustling a hashtag, that’s my basic assumption. But despite those feelings, the sense that someone shared a message about utopia by taping a piece of paper up… it caught my eye. I think I looked the look of the message, rather than the message itself.

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Backyard Sunday

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A lovely photo of Liz, with our house in the background. Bit by bit, we’re making things better. I cannot wait until this backyard area is all cleaned up. I’m truly looking forward to inviting folks over to come and hang out. Can’t wait.

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At Woodlawn Tap on the Weekend

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A lot of the tables were taken up (blame it on a nice Saturday evening), so Bob and I grabbed some stools at the bar. It’s always neat coming here with Bob, as this was a bar he frequented many years ago, when he was working on the South Side.

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Backyard Plans

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The good news: we’re getting some landscapers to come in, and do all the work for us. We priced out a few options, and the one we’re going with is having an outside company come in, clear the yard, and level it for us. After they’re done, we’re going to get a delivery of sod and lay that down ourselves.

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Cleaning Up Someone Else’s Bad Luck

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To compound this notion that the tickets were mine: I couldn’t find a trash can anywhere nearby. With all these tickets clutched in my right hand, I was wandering around briefly looking for some place to throw them away. Finding none, I had to keep walking with them, a small bouquet of tickets in my fist. I really must have looked like a crazy person.

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Foggy Morning

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Not sure why fog makes things so interesting. I guess a large part of it is that it prevents you from looking too far away, and forces you to focus on things that are closer and more immediate.

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