On the way to work Monday morning, I happened to look up at the Logan/Milwaukee intersection and spotted a flash of pink. I was able to hand LLiz my umbrella as I fumbled for my camera, wanting to document this odd sight: a car sporting an incredibly large, and incredibly pink moustache on its grill.
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.
It’s funny how I’ve walked past this stretch of Logan Boulevard countless times, but just noticed this out of the corner of my eye recently. As weathered as this looks, it seems like it’s been here a good while. I wonder how long he’s been hiding, and I also wonder how many of my neighbors even know he’s there.
While walking to work this morning, Liz and I were strolling along Logan Boulevard when we heard this terrific crash across the street – it was a loud and sudden sound, a huge *thump* that clearly had come from something very heavy.
I scanned across the boulevard, but didn’t see anything immediately. Liz, with her sharp eyes, spotted a building whose front balcony had partially collapsed.
A few days ago, I posted up a few photos of where our courtyard tree used to be (it was taken down sometime on Saturday). I ended up emailing our landlord, Paddy, asking about the backstory and what led up to its removal. With her permission, I’m sharing what she wrote to me: I planted…
The tree in our courtyard was gone! It had been chopped down and totally removed, in the short time I was on the phone! I was in the bedroom the whole time, and though I heard a lot of noise outside… I had no idea this was happening. By the time I had looked out, the bulk of the work was done and these two guys were clearing out the last vestiges of the tree trunk.
We arrived around 5:45PM or so, and were among the first people there. The interior decor felt really warm and elegant, including everything from the display behind the bar to the plates and napkins in front of us. There were some neat tincture/containers being used by the bartenders, and I remembered thinking that Justin would really dig this place.
I walked downstairs in the morning to find this lovely snowman, just chilling out in our courtyard. Not sure how I missed it last night, but I’m guessing he arrived sometime yesterday afternoon. Pretty tall too – and possibly one of the tallest I’ve seen in the neighborhood.
Hung out with Justin tonight, and met up for a few drinks post-work over at Small Bar. Hard to believe that it’s my first time here, as it’s a great neighborhood place (and one of those staple watering holes that I just never got around to visiting). Had a nice time settling into the place, and chatting… getting caught up.
I ended up going in a little early to work, Friday morning. Walking to the Logan Blue Line, I happened across a rainbow of colored rocks near Kedzie and Milwaukee. As I got closer, I realized they were actually candy hearts, probably left over from Valentine’s Day. And from the shape of the large pile,…
At first, when we saw some flashing lights, we figured someone maybe got hurt or had a heart attack. But the more vehicles we started seeing, the more serious things looked. Having multiple ambulances on the scene gave me the impression that a lot of people were hurt or needed treatment.
Could it be in reference to the same guy, perhaps? In my head, I’m imagining it’s all part of a long-term conversation between the general public and some anonymous graffiti artist.
I was up early this morning, running a few errands before the start of the day. As I was driving down Logan Boulevard, a flash of white caught my eye: an enormous, origami crane sitting quietly in someone’s yard. I made a mental note to stop by on my way home, but an hour or so later on my return… had forgotten all about it. Later on in the day, I decided to trek over there on foot to take a few photos.
Walking to work this morning, Liz and I noticed that the Comfort Station was adorned with holiday cheer.
All too often, I’m in a scramble in the mornings. It’s a rush to gathering things up and to get out the door as quickly as possible (mostly because we’ve tried to stay in bed, as long as possible). But if I dedicated an hour to eat breakfast and relax into the day… would I have the same revelations? Would the extra effort of waking even earlier, so that I could take my mornings even slower, work out?