Sunday morning, Liz and I debated how to spend the day. We talked about possibly heading in to St. Louis to visit a few places, but they all didn’t open until noon.
Ultimately, we decided to head back to Chicago so we could… do more house work, and do more demo. We figured that we’d get home mid-afternoon, leaving us a few hours to get some more work in.
This, to me, was an indicator that the battery was being charged, but only got charged when the car was moving at a certain speed. Since most of our trip would be on the highway, at a decent speed, I figured we’d be fine. The battery would charge as we were travelling, and would stop charging when we slowed to under 10 mph.
That was an incorrect assumption. As you’ll soon see.
Old switches. We’ve got some replacements that are more modern (but still retain the same look/feel).
Parking was crazy. The road that led up to the falls was quickly congested, and we ended up standing still for like 20 minutes. Slowly, cars would pull into the parking lot one by one, waiting for someone to leave.
This was late morning on a Friday. I’d definitely suggest getting here early, to beat the crowds if you can.
I talked with some of the garden employees, and found out the koi are fed once every two hours or so. The timing changes when it gets later in the year, but in the summertime when they’re more active – once every two hours.
We did some preliminary research the week prior. And this time, we met with someone and talked at length about various preferences and options. A lot of this planning is partly to figure out what we want, but also to figure out what space is available for other things like windows and appliances.
It’s an obscure reference. A really obscure reference, if I had to be honest. I’m wondering how many people would actually recognize this name.
I liked the scene from the West Wing a great deal. So much so, that it was one of the early YouTube videos I posted up.
Honestly, in addition to the process itself… the administration of this drug was also fairly unsettling to me. I heard stories of people emerging from this having said or blurted out all manner of crazy things.
Part of me wondered: what would I say? Horrible things about what I thought of others? Would I blurt out statements that would reveal me for the horrible person I am, deep down? Would something happen where I would lose all of my memories, and not just the ones during the procedure.
The day before my procedure, I was working from home. I dropped Liz off at the train station, picked up a coffee… and what I walked by the bathroom upstairs, I spotted this little gift that Liz had left for me.
My wife, ladies and gentelmen. God bless her.
I didn’t end up taking a lot of photos this weekend. I was planning, originally, to start that sentence with “sadly” but I’m wondering now if this was a bad thing. I ended up enjoying the moment more, and wasn’t as focused on trying to document the moment.
Everyone who participated got to answer the question however they saw fit, but had to follow one rule: answer in two minutes or less. I had a blast presenting, and really enjoyed all the varied answers. Below, I’m including video of my talk (along with a few favorites).
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.
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.
A few months back, Liz and I had heard of a place called Barton G’s. It sounded fun, in terms of how the food and presentation was described (think: very over the top)… and so Liz ended up making reservations for us to try it out.
When Liz came downstairs, I saw that she had on her “Team Feliz” shirts (part of my birthday gift from a few months ago).
So of course, I had to put mine on. Gotta show the coach I’m willing to put in that extra effort.