On closer inspection, it looks like they paved over the existing concrete paths with asphalt. Seemed a difficult job to keep people off of this path, but looking forward to checking it out when the barriers are gone (and running along the paths).
Before dinner, we met at Pigtail (the adjoining Cocktail bar, underneath Jaleo).
It’s difficult to fathom and remember that only a few years ago, just three years ago, many of us were hoping for a vaccine. Hoping for some kind of shot.
It feels far away, but I can still sense the fear and hope that permeated my days, back then. And how excited I was, at the prospect of a shot/vaccine that could bring us back to some sense of normalcy.
A bit further in the run, pausing along the path that runs alongside Lake Shore Drive. A lovely view of the lake, with the light starting to settle into dusk.
Sadly, I realized today that the time has come and gone for anything new. I haven’t been able to find anything exciting I wanted to build, and just looking at the remaining time… I don’t see enough days to actually put something new together.
“I spent the winter my father died down in the basement,
under the calm surface of the floorboards, hundreds…”
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.
Whenever Liz and I spot a bunny sleeping really hard (or even flopped over), we’ll refer to it as someone being “hard down.” And this is a great example of Daisy being hard down.
“How much of my mother has my mother left in me?
How much of my love will be insane to some degree?
And what about this feeling that I’m never good enough?
Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?”
On my way home, my run ended near our location fire station (Chicago Fire Department, Engine Company 60).
The bay doors happened to be open, and there was a nice bit of symmetry from where I had stopped. So I snapped a quick photo.
There were workers earlier in the year, around late Sprint, when they were drilling holes into the ground. But I think there was a need to step things up, as there’s now a mini-excavator back here.
For the second half, I ended up running by the Obama Library on my way to Promontory Point. As I entered Jackson Park, I started to see this slow and steady stream of people.
They were all runners, and were all walking. Most of them had these huge medals, hanging around their necks. It slowly dawned on me that I was entering the end of a race, and going the opposite direction of everyone else.
By the time we got up, fed the bunnies, and got dressed… we decided we wanted to venture North to Lula’s for some brunch. We figured that the morning rush would have come and gone, and we’d have no trouble getting a table.
We were wrong.
A fun variation: instead of putting straight ice into the water bladder for her running vest, she took to freezing some water that has electrolytes mixed in. So that when it melts, it doesn’t water things down. Pretty slick!
A day or so ago, Liz and I were driving down South Lake Park Avenue, and got redirected. Turns out, there was this enormous crane situated in the middle of the road… and was in the process of lifting up trees to a nearby rooftop.