After work today, I met up with Liz at the Art Institute. Tonight was DePaul Night, where students and employees got to attend free of charge (and I was her plus one), so we decided on an impromptu date night.
Spotted these on the way to work, near Daley Plaza. While they looked quite beautiful to me, there’s a part of me that feels some sadness in that their journey got interrupted. That these guys were headed elsewhere, but for the trees.
Despite filing a service request with the city a few weeks ago, the street is just as bad after another heavy rain. Just as bad, or worse, even.
Lately, I’ve been trying to carve out a little time in the evenings (or mornings, or whenever I can find it) to work on a personal project. It’s another variation of stuff I’ve done before, but I think the outcomes are going to be greater in number and more varied. And, hopefully, of better quality.
Cleared away a lot of things, threw away some things, a lot of vacuuming and sweeping and general tidy-ing up-ness. The place was definitely better than it’s been in a while, and parts of the house actually feel stable again (despite our house being a construction zone).
Ever since the city did all the road work along our street last year, our parkway has suffered. We had a large chunk of it disturbed, dug up, and the city ended up spraying some kind of hydroseed thing to re-grass the areas.
I got a bit into the first episode, then realized what I really wanted was to re-watch the first season, which I really just loved. The second season was… good. But the first? That was great.
On passing by, I saw concrete blocks and cranes and construction guys aplenty. And then something, far in the distance caught my eye.
“By the time the calendar flips to 2000, by Breitwieser’s calculations, he’s nearing 200 separate thefts and 300 stolen objects. For six years, he’s averaged one theft every two weeks. One year, he is responsible for half of all paintings stolen from French museums.”
After work, Liz and I both suited up and spent a few hours working on some cleaning tasks. I was downstairs in the basement, and she was upstairs in the bathroom.
Liz and I headed over to Valpo today, to hang out with Julie and Bob for Easter. We got there in the early afternoon, had a drink, and chatted and caught up on their back porch.
My joke is that I’m a guy who loves his wine and pasta. And there’s really not a chance that an errant breeze is gonna pick this guy up (imagine me patting my belly right now). But still, that worry is there – that I’ll get swept away, and lifted off the earth up into the sky.
Since I’ve worked on a Mac, I’ve been a fan of their keyboards. But lately, I’ve been wondering what a mechanical keyboard would be like. This feels weirdly indulgent to me, even though my computer is a tool I use with great regularity. It just seems overkill. Maybe that’s what I’ve gotten so intrigued by the notion.