After work, Liz and I had a small house night. While I was working upstairs clearing out the bathroom closet, she was downstairs doing demo in the dining room.
Honestly, I kind of liked the fact that our trophy was imperfect. As that seemed to hold with the spirit of the hackathon itself. But it was quite nice that our company decided a replacement was worth it.
Most days, I tend to be worried about getting to work on time. But after the talk, I hung back a little and opted to wait until others got off the train. I was fighting muscle memory in some aspects, but it also felt like the right thing to do.
Liz says she’s seen this very (very) small bug in a few rooms of our house. And on all floors – upstairs, first floor, and even basement. As she was describing the bug, wanting me to try to research it online, she spotted one on our bedroom wall. And so I was able to grab a quick photo. I’ve not…
And more than that, I began thinking about how long someone must have or own a flag, to have given it such use, that its age and state was such that it would require destruction. I began to think less about how frequent that might be, and the time needed for a flag to reach such a state. How long must it have flown? That context changed my way of thinking.
To my surprise, I found her sitting on the front steps. And from there, we immediately turned around and got back into the car. We drove a ways towards the lake, parking next to Promontory point. And began looking for a spot to have our Sunday breakfast.
Tonight, I opted to just tell a story. I had some photos and slides made up, but it just ended up being all of two photos. And while they might have helped, they felt more like a distraction. So I just went all in on the words themselves.
I’m part of 20×2 Chicago this Saturday, a really fun event where 20 folks are gathered together to answer the same question (in 2 minutes or less). The prompt this time: What Did We Miss?
The interesting thing to note is that ground cherries tend to fall to the ground when they’re ripe. Hence, the name.
And our love, it is true
So there’s not much to do
As the air in our lungs
Starts to hiss
And the ocean, it rolls
And the depths take their toll
When we get to the bottom,
For some reason, I’ve been going over old articles I’ve flagged as “compelling reads” on here. They’ve come up either due to current events, or some passing topic of conversation… and thought I’d re-share some of these. Because they’re all worth reading again.
My cousin Joanne was in town for business, and we arranged to meet up for dinner in Fulton Market. I think it’s been nearly seven years since we last saw one another, which is pretty crazy.