Running in Winter

I’ve been impressed at her dedication. She’s expressed concerns about her distance and time, but I’m in awe of her discipline. She suits up and heads out, and that to me is a big part of the battle.
I’ve been impressed at her dedication. She’s expressed concerns about her distance and time, but I’m in awe of her discipline. She suits up and heads out, and that to me is a big part of the battle.
After a demo session a long while back – Bob noticed that the ceiling joists were sagging considerably. And so we put up a set of supports to brace the ceiling, temporarily.
OSCA, look away. Just… don’t look.
The second floor furnace appeared to be backing up. The condensate line was spilling over a bit, and the theory we had was that the main condensate line was frozen somewhere. The condensate line runs along our North wall, and our guess was that it froze somewhere along that wall in the basement.
I was up first, and waiting for the show to kick off. Snapped this photo of the room, a few minutes before showtime.
Today, Liz was working on cleaning up the basement a little. And was ready to get her door relocated into our “storage” area. And that meant her building a few new door stands.
I’ve posted a lot about this event, but as a recap: twenty different Chicago creatives are invited all answer the same question. You can answer the prompt however you like (tell a story, sing a song, do an interpretive dance routine). The only rule: answer the question in two minutes or less.
Chris texted me a week or so back, letting me know there was a kind of Q101/Radio reunion event planned for tonight – at the Shamrock Club.
When we first moved to Hyde Park in 2014, it was Bernie who came over to our house and presented us with some home baked bread that Carol Jean had made for us. Their gift was one of our first interactions with the neighbors on our block, and it set the tone for all the other kind and lovely people we would meet, from our street.
I’ve been stressing a bit about this cleanup. The drywall we need to move is 10′ long, 5/8″ thick, and is markedly heavier than your typically drywall (because it’s soundproof drywall).
While the two of us are not without some modicum of rudimentary skills… we’re both looking at some of the more advanced courses (all of which require you to go through the 100-level intro courses). And Liz and I both felt like we could stand to get some basics under our belts.
I was adamant about not leaving our old trees on the front porch. Mostly because I have this worry that some random arsonist is going to walk by and see the opportunity. And set our house ablaze with the flick of a match.
Liz has mocked me mercilessly about this, the last few days. But I’m solid in my sense that doing so would be dangerous in the city. Tempting fate, by leaving this uber flammable thing that’s visible from the street.
Despite a lingering cough, Liz and I broke open one of the Christmas gifts that she had gotten me: two bottles from Bunnahabhain distillery.
One thing we spotted: a new line of shampoos, all inspired by the many different Girl Scout Cookie flavors.
What an odd simulacrum. I get that there are a lot of folks who like the cookies, but to want to bathe in the flavor? Seems strange.
At some earlier point, I had moved a lot of things we had upstairs down to the basement. Space is a premium at our house, and we’re constantly moving things from one place to another – to make temporary room.
Spent a little time today, reorganizing the basement area.