Protecting the Throne
Spotted this while walking around the neighborhood, and had a good laugh as I passed by. I was laughing so much, I circled back to take a photo.
Spotted this while walking around the neighborhood, and had a good laugh as I passed by. I was laughing so much, I circled back to take a photo.
A whole lotta nothin’ today. Sleep was had. Breakfast was had (late). TV was watched. Books were read.
Naps were had.
Nothing really to report. A rather stationary experience (sitting in my seat on the plane, sitting in my seat in the car). We trekked over many miles, but we just slowly clawed our way home.
Somehow… this kitchen seems to evoke shenanigans. I’m not sure when or why, but I looked up to see my wife being hoisted up into the air. I think some kind of dare was involved.
For most of the event, I was helping pass out mocktails and moving food around. Tricia was working the grill like a pro. For most of the evening, after the adults left, Liz and Tricia and I were in the office shielding ourselves from the music and screaming and general chaos of kids having fun.
I should say: everyone at the party was impossibly polite. Every young man and woman, full to the brim with “Yes, sir” and “Yes, Ma’am” with nearly everything they said.
The pathway to/from the terminals wasn’t just cold concrete. The path took me through a tremendous amount of artwork.
“I call today a disaster,
she calls it December the third
Call it what you will, I’m heartbroken still
Words are just words”
“You never could tell: people disappeared
suddenly in the old days, left rumors
and big black gaping holes in family trees.”
Gandalf is a fun game that challenges you to write prompts to elicit a password from an AI bot. With each level, the task becomes more difficult… requiring newer and less direct approaches.
I’m unclear what conditions brought this about, but frankly… I don’t care. This was a delightful moment to capture. Liz and I were stifling our laughter, and I feel lucky I was able to sneak in a few photos of… well, of whatever was going on here.
Liz sent me a photo of the damage on a nearby street. But I didn’t fully comprehend what happened, until I drove down the street myself.
Chicago had its first Dust Storm in over 90 years. Liz and I noticed the strong winds, and sat out on our front steps to watch the sky and the weather unfold.
Hazel has been enjoying the Hop ‘n Flop a great deal. Ever since we moved it into her cage, it’s been her go-to spot.
It’s weird – I saw this on the way up to the North side. I don’t know if I would classify it as fog. It looked… dirty. It was dirtier than what I normally think of, when I think of fog.
It’s been a minute, since I’ve parked the car by the Wisteria on a nearby block. I looked up and was happy to see that it’s made it another year, unmolested. I have a hunch the owners love seeing this plant extend beyond the property just as much as I do.