I got a call this week from the dentist, reminding me that we had appointments this weekend. We were suddenly struck with a decision: do we go or delay it until later?
If we delayed it until the winter, things would likely be worse out there with Coronavirus. Would we want to chance it then? Liz and I talked about it, and decided now was the better time.
This has been my problem, I think: the lack of any exterior pressure or consequence that demands I stop work. I’m left to make that judgment on my own, and that part of me that always wants to do more is never going to say “You’ve done enough, it’s ok to stop.”
Something about this week. Liz and I are working super long hours, putting in a ton of time into work work. And even with these hours, it doesn’t quite seem enough.
Though we’ve been in Hyde Park for some time, Liz and I haven’t really explored much of the nearby University of Chicago. After work, we decided to go for a little trek – and to see if we could find “that duck pond” that we’ve heard about.
This is more appropriate for Instagram, but I’ve pulled back away from social media a lot these last few months. Also – having not really been outside or walking around in an age and a day… I seem to be seeing and noticing details more. Is that weird?
Captured this close-up of Daisy, who continues to enjoy(?) the Hop ‘n Flop. So far, she’s been the main one in this thing, and seems content to sit in this Sphinx-like pose.
You’d think that with being at home 24/7, I’d have more time. And in some really weird turn of events, that doesn’t really seem to be the case. I’m thinking now of the adage that work meetings will always fill up the time you schedule them for. It seems like that’s holding true for me, in terms of work.
In addition to the song, I found myself pulling up this video more than once over the last few days. I was just mesmerized by Morissette’s interactions with her daughter. As someone who is a terrible multi-tasker, as someone who is not a parent… I was just in awe of her.
Liz, working on the other side of the interior door. She’s using a newer product that I think is made of… soy? It’s interestingly organic, and still strips off paint/varnish pretty well.
Funny story: the last (only?) time I had this was fourteen years ago, for my birthday party at the House of Blues. I remember it being a serious splurge at the time, and a “high end” purchase.
Quick photo documenting the work Liz is doing, restoring the (very large) interior door from the first floor. This guy is a sibling to our front door, but contains a large pane of glass.
“Shall I say how it is in your clothes?
A month after your death I wear your blue jacket.
The dog at the center of my life recognizes
you’ve come to visit, he’s ecstatic.”
Nikka’s Coffey Grain is what I first tried. But recently, on a whim, I decided to try out the Coffey Malt – and think I’ve discovered a new favorite. While Liz really prefers scotch that has strong tones of Sherry… I find those all a bit overpowering. But the Coffey Malt is very subtle, and for me has just the right amount of sweetness/fruit.
Liz captured this first-ever moment: Phineas flopped while up on the top level of the bunny cottage!
As I walk into the bedroom, I see Liz sitting on the floor and Azul set up, with all the pieces ready to go. I’m convinced she was super quiet with all the tiles, as she was setting this up.