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A Downtown Chicago Story

This was my first visit downtown again in… a year and a half. I snapped this photo right before walking across the street, and looked up to see this guy standing a few steps into the intersection, yelling “Hey!” loudly and repeatedly.

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More Planting

Liz, pointing out the new plants that are in. And the various spots where she found a ton of bricks/rocks. Which appear to be everywhere in our yard, at a certain depth.

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Oh Cap’n! My Cap’n!

Anymore, I can’t differentiate between the name of new sodas and the name of popular bands. Seeing this made me wonder how much certain foods/brands that I loved as a child may have changed, without my knowing, over the years.

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Gotye: Somebody That I Used to Know

There was a feeling that it wasn’t me who was shoving the song in everyone’s face, it was the rest of the world, and I was kind of like, “It’s okay! You don’t have to play my song so much! Play some other songs! We can listen to different music!” I’d show up at commercial music stations and they’d be like, “The star has arrived!” And I’d be like, “I’d like to hear some other music, please.”

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After the Storm

The more I looked, the more I realized how much of a custom contraption it seemed to be. A bunch of tubes, duct-taped together, leading into a barrel.

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Christiana Lakehouse, Day 4

I had a lot of fun playing ping-pong with both Sebastian and Paige. They’re both quite formidable, and we were all pretty evenly matched.

Liz decided to get in on the phone, and played a few rounds with Paige in the garage.

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Christiana Lakehouse, Day 2

A big event that many of us were looking forward to this weekend: Tricia, visiting with the kids. It’s been ages since Liz and I have seen Paige, Audrey, and Sebastian… and it was a mini-reunion of sorts when they all arrived.

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Christiana Lakehouse, Day 1

Liz and I left work a little early, and drove up on Friday to the Christiana Lakehouse. I say early, but what I mean is that we stopped working at 4PM with the intention of hitting the road, but probably didn’t actually get moving until closer to 5:30 PM.

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Covid Hair

But for me, the act of cutting my hair is almost like an admission that things are back to normal. And deep down, I still feel like we are far from normal. And that I don’t yet know what the Fall brings.

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Sublime Text

It’s a nice reminder that there is still playfulness and whimsy out there, but it definitely feels like there’s not nearly enough of it.

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