Posts Tagged "liz"

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.

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Door Stands

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.

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Woodworking 101 at Chicago School of Woodworking

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.

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The Office Basement Shuffle

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.

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Clearing the Office

For most of last week, Liz and I were both mostly just recuperating from Covid. Not much of anything, other than a lot of coughing and a lot of sitting in bed, resting.

This week, we started to get a bit more energy. We’re still coughing more than makes sense, but have been going about doing a little house work over the holidays.

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Door Trim Work

On arriving home, I heard the familiar sound of a grinder wheel. Curious, I headed into the basement – and saw Liz, standing next to some clamps with her trusty helmet on.

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Liz Tests Positive

Liz has been feeling under the weather since Friday. A few days ago, before our return to Chicago, Liz took a Covid test and was negative.

Tonight though, with her symptoms increasing in strength… she took another test, and came up positive.

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The Annual Fruitcake Redelivery

Each year, we knock on the door – and each year, Mark opens the door and has a quizzical look on his face. And then as we stand there for a beat or two, it registers why we’re there and you see his palm rush up to his forehead. It’s a great tradition, and something Liz and I both enjoy tremendously.

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