There was a lot of changes on our street, when I got home after work. I’d heard that they would be doing some restoration work (replacing the curbs and repairing all the concrete along the street)… but I wasn’t quite prepared to see the state of the street.
Not a lot of photos to share, this Halloween. With Liz under the weather, she only manned the door a few times over the course of the night. Since she didn’t want to risk being outside too much (still recovering from the flu), I ended up doing a lot of the door greeting and handing out of candy.
On my way in to work this morning, I saw this at my Metra stop. I immediately muttered to myself “That’s not right.”
Whenever I found myself impatient and waiting in line, it was usually at Treasure Island. And each time, I’d think about how grossly inefficient grocery store lines were, and how tedious the manual checkout process was. And how I longed for someone like Amazon to swoop in and change things up.
When I saw this, I got really excited. It’s amazing to see the room in this state, as the walls have never been this insulated or this protected ever. I know we’ve still got more work to do, but this was really encouraging.
An old slide. I wonder if these things slipped down from upstairs, from behind the fireplace?
I’ve gone there this morning for breakfast, and was remembering an episode that happened a long while ago. As I was paying for my purchases with a credit card, I asked the woman (the owner of the store) for change. I think I may have had a $10 or $20 at the time. She said no to me (and I think she also said sorry), but also muttered something under her breath in French and I heard the word “bank.”
Funny thing about this place – it was very nice, and on the fancier side. Definitely nothing like Shamrock at all. I joked to Chris that had we come here 15 years ago, my reaction likely would have been “I can’t afford this place.”
This felt like cheating, but at the least it was sincere and heartfelt (and better than what I had previously). On paper, it’s kind of a lame proposal. But I feel like it went better in actual execution:
I got into them when I was very young, high school I want to say. I remember putting my cassette of Facelift in my car, as I drove around Indianapolis. But Jar of Flies has a much more subdued feel to me. I can’t recall if this was made during the acoustic craze of the early 90’s, or just something the group did. But for whatever reason, I always think of Fall when I hear these songs.
For over a year, Liz and I have passed and watched the construction of the Sophy Hotel as it’s been built up, bit by bit. The hotel officially opened a few weeks ago, and before her trip last week… Liz and I decided to have a quick date night dinner, after work, at the hotel’s restaurant. The decorations everywhere were…
After this step, the next phase was cleaning up – which was a total pain. I had a few bags in the office that I had to haul downstairs. Then I had to clean and shop vac the second floor. Then clean and shop vac the stairs. Then clean and shop vac the first floor hall. Then clean and shop vac the dining room. And then finally clean the stairs down to the basement.
While I was able to get to some of the demo in our stairwell, there’s a good amount of plaster and lathe that’s difficult to reach – and requires a scaffold. Luckily for us, Bob has such a thing (we’re so fortunate to be able to tap Bob’s awesome arsenal of tools/machines/gadgets).
Funny thing, I’d only ever heard of the event referred to as “Rhinebeck,” which is the name of the town. But I guess it’s officially the Sheep and Wool festival (awesome domain name).
I’m not sure where I first saw it. Probably some internet meme thing. But ever since then, I no longer think of them as coat hooks.