Teresa of Ávila, in Lincoln Park
A few days ago, I arrived early for a whisky tasting event. I had come from work, and Liz was en route via Uber… so I decided to kill some time by wandering around the area.
A few days ago, I arrived early for a whisky tasting event. I had come from work, and Liz was en route via Uber… so I decided to kill some time by wandering around the area.
Recently, when I was in Scotland, I was walking from the Car Park to our apartment and passed by this shop. And spotted these wedding dresses in the windows.
I was immediately reminded of James Galvin, and his poem On the Sadness of Wedding Dresses.
I dislike killing things, even insects that are in the house. I’m happy to say that I was able to trap this guy in some tupperware and safely transported him back out to the backyard (he made an awful ruckus when I first captured him, but eventually calmed down).
There was an older woman who was sitting next to me. And I couldn’t help myself – I leaned over, and asked if she noticed the penguin.
At first, she looked at me with apprehension (which honestly, makes total sense). And then she seemed puzzle, because of course she could see there was this giant photograph of penguins on the wall. But then she immediately softened, smiled, and said that she too had spotted the miniature version, balanced on the frame.
A new rock! This one says “Take it easy,” with an illustration of a rocking chair in the backyard.
In my head, I see a young third grader painting all these rocks… and a slow army of stressed-out adults encountering them, holding the rocks in their hands, and breathing a sigh of relief/relaxation before continuing down the block.
Liz and I both have a feeling that the artist behind these two rocks is none other than W.L., the mysterious author who left a lovely bug in our yard last year.
Spotted this bumper sticker, after parking my car. I love how unassuming and subdued this bumper sticker is. I’m used to bumper stickers being these big, bold, declarative statements – a shouting of text, announcing a particular morality or point of view onto anyone who passes by.
Spotted this on the way to work, at a Hyde Park Metra station. It was… disconcerting, to say the least.
I take some small comfort that the design (and message) seems to have been written in ketchup (I saw a lot of empty packets around). But still – jarring, nonetheless.
I don’t know why we didn’t think to do this, but we never turned over that surprise bug we found, many months ago.
Today, as we were walking out, Liz picked up the stone bug and found something interesting.
In 2013, as we were cleaning up the basement, I found this old set of keys. Someone had left them on top of the existing duct work, and it took until then for us to discover it.
I made a post about it, citing the details on the keyring and the reference to the Reynolds Metal Company in McCook, Illinois.
And then I got a comment about it. And then another. And slowly, over time, people began stumbling across this post… and started to talk to one another.
In addition to some papers (which I assume were part of the user manual), it turns out this was a Series 912 Elecronamic Tube Tester. Was not expecting this, when I opened the box up.
I don’t know whether to be happy or saddened that Prometheus Elmo has found a friend. Elmo is starting to show his age, and Iron Man now seems to be along for the ride.
This feels like the start of some kind of Marvel/Sesame crossover movie, where I’m hoping Big Bird and Wolverine team up for some kind of rescue.
At some point while we were away in Georgia, someone painted and placed this lovely, yellow ladybug stone by our birdbath. We didn’t see it at first, but there it was… resting on a brick, in our front yard.
One thing we spotted: a new line of shampoos, all inspired by the many different Girl Scout Cookie flavors.
What an odd simulacrum. I get that there are a lot of folks who like the cookies, but to want to bathe in the flavor? Seems strange.
Spotted this out in the wild, and it had me laughing. Liz thinks the letters are someone’s initials, but I like imagining that someone is just really into Adobe Acrobat.