While I was outside doing some yard work, I ventured over… and took a look. It was odd, in that the pellets were only on the West side of the street (and not on the East side). It also seemed to start and stop between a set number of houses, and didn’t extend the entire, full block.
Each year, we knock on the door – and each year, Mark opens the door and has a quizzical look on his face. And then as we stand there for a beat or two, it registers why we’re there and you see his palm rush up to his forehead. It’s a great tradition, and something Liz and I both enjoy tremendously.
Interestingly, as much as I was into poetry, I never got that much into Bukowski’s poems – I gravitated more to his fiction. And also read a lot of John Fante, as a result.
by Yehuda Amichai On a roof in the Old City laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: the white sheet of a woman who is my enemy, the towel of a man who is my enemy, to wipe off the sweat of his brow. In the sky of the Old City a kite. At the other end of the string,…
We had drinks to begin the night, and also a few appetizers. And I was pretty impressed with the appetizers, as nearly everything I tried ended up in a bit of a conversation.
Society bottle 125.7.
For those not familiar with the coding system, the first number represents the distillery the whisky is from, and the second number represents that number of single casks that they’ve bottled from that distillery.
Liz and I were walking home from the grocery store, she grabbed my arm suddenly. She whispered to me that there was a bunny near our front yard, but I couldn’t see him at all.
This morning, we heard the same sound again. A kind of low wailing, almost as though it were calling out for people. I was able to pinpoint the sound, and got a photo of a cat sitting on our back porch.
On seeing the first few examples, my mind immediately thought about two performances: Yoann Bourgeois and the Nicholas Brothers. Going to include both here, as an extra for when you’re done with the article.
Today was a bit different, as I got in earlier than normal… and snagged a spot on one of the lower levels (I usually park higher up in the garage). On walking to the car, I was surprised to see a small crowd on the other side of the parking lot windows.
So here’s an interesting thing: with the majority of my food ordering done online, or through an app, the chances of someone misspelling my name has dropped dramatically.
Recently though, when I’ve been driving to work… I’ve stopped at a Starbucks along the way. I haven’t quite gotten to adding the location to my app… and don’t have the timing down just yet. So I’ve been going in and ordering my breakfast in person, like a schnook.
I imagine Hugo quietly practicing what he’ll need to do, when he decides to head out on the road and hitchhike across the country. Also imagining a line of cars screeching to a halt on seeing this exquisite leg, and car doors opening to offer him a ride.
While we were in Michigan, Bob was able to install both windows in our bedroom. It’s a bit mind-boggling to me, when I imagine how much he must have had to go up/down the scaffold for this – but we arrived home to see our bedroom in an entirely new light – quite literally so.
Stopped in to pick up Daisy and Hugo, at Liz Rench’s place. While there, I got the chance to visit with some very small and very adorable baby bunnies.
It’s funny – a notable memory of the Whitehall Lakehouse is our drive from Chicago in 2022, which involved a lot of snow. I guess this is the other side of that coin, with snow on our way back home.