Happy 102nd Birthday, Grandma Phoebe – Part 1
Liz and Stacey, having a laugh. It was a bit of a hectic drive to get here, but it was nice to be able to settle down to a meal right when we arrived.
Liz and Stacey, having a laugh. It was a bit of a hectic drive to get here, but it was nice to be able to settle down to a meal right when we arrived.
Last night, there was a momentary encounter between Quincy and Tus (who have met before). But seeing how Quincy is crazy brave and not scared in the slightest of Tus… we may try another introduction this week.
A few random photographs, taken on a Sunday. Does what it says on the tin.
It was a bit of an impromptu idea, but my family decided that we were going to do a quick weekend vacation out to Michigan this weekend. We enjoyed ourselves a lot last year, when we hung out in Sawyer, and Liz and I have come back several times since. With SW Michigan only being maybe an hour or so from the city, it’s a surprising and remarkably fast drive (barring any serious traffic).
Walking through the neighborhood around 8:00 PM, Liz and I passed by La Boulangerie – the french bakery and pastry shop at the end of our street. We were walking to go grab a drink and pick up some take-out food… and noticed a small bag of pastries (a bag chock full of tasty croissants), sitting by the door. We decided to grab some on the way back.
From time to time, Julie and Bob will come into the city and spend the evening with us. We’ve gone and hit up a few bars/restaurants in our neighborhood, and it’s always a fun time. Over the weekend, they came in and we tried (unsucessfully) to get in to Longman & Eagle. So far, it’s the one neighborhood spot that has always filled up before we can get there in time.
Found out that this weekend was the first day of the Logan Square Farmer’s Market. When it’s running, this has been a Sunday tradition for me and Liz. Sometimes we’ll stroll through after a brunch out at Lula Cafe; othertimes, we’ll have a late breakfast made of things we’d grab at a few different booths.
I had forgotten how friendly and nice most vendors are – if you express an interest in an item, they’re usually more than enthusiastic about telling you its history, how they acquired it, what they know about it. While some vendors are simply selling off old junk to get rid of it, many of them are collectors – passionate about a particular type of item, and very into the things they place on their tabletops.
A fantastic touch was that one of the radios was playing an old episode of Flash Gordon. I’m guessing it was actually a recording, but the effect was great – the show coming through one of the older machines, along with all the old time advertisements (the one I heard was for children’s nose drops).
From time to time, I’ll encounter objects at flea markets or antique stores – objects from my childhood. And when I see them, it’s a weird trigger: a brief sliver of my life/past has suddenly manifested, and is for sale. Whenever this happens, it’s a mixed feeling. Part of me feels old to have owned something that now appears in an antique store.
This morning, Liz and I headed out into the early AM and ran around the boulevard. It was our first official run of 2013, and it was a rough re-introduction after many months away.
Given my strong dislike for all things financial, I totally lucked out. Being married to someone who has a Master’s degree in Applied Statistics definitely has its benefits.
Liz has been super hard at work on a Macaron dress for a long while now. She started it in July of 2011, but has recently spent a lot of time working on and finally finishing the dress. Though I’ve ceased to keep track of all her projects on here (ever since she got her own blog), this one warrants a special look. There’s a ton of intricate work involved – lots of lace, a lot of hand sewing, a lot of complicated things I don’t quite understand. The end result is pretty spectacular.
Normally, if we’re off doing our own projects… Liz is in the living room, and I’m in the office – she’s on her sewing machine, I’m on my Mac. But tonight was a nice change of pace. We both got to hang out at the same spot, and went about our tasks.
You have to understand – there was a good deal of pausing between the first few messages. Just out of nowhere, this shows up on my phone and it sits there. I can see the “…” showing me that the person on the other end of the phone is typing, but I’m just totally shocked and confused as to what’s happening.