Going forward, I am going to try to love many a little bit. I spread around a little kindness-two mitzvahs in one evening; it would be crass to say more. The happiness I brought others gave me such a thrill!
Continue reading “A Couple of Mitzvahs Change Everything”
Starting today, I will occasionally be posting my thrift shop vs retail statistics. It’s a little game I play with myself every day. Lingerie and shoes don’t count because, well Ewww.
Continue reading “Thrift vs Retail”
I skipped yoga yesterday, not on purpose but my usual Sunday session just didn’t happen.
Instead, I spent two hours gardening and chatting with a friend. While I dug in the dirt and trimmed away dead foliage she painted an Easter card. Later that day she would color eggs with her dads.
My neighbors burned incense and chanted the Hare Krishna mantra. More neighbors from the temple nearby held a joyous and colorful procession to celebrate Holi. I thought I heard the blast of a far away ram’s horn, too. Continue reading “So I Skipped Yoga Sunday”
What a difference a week makes!
I started this last weekend. This weekend, the weather is the “tropical opposite.” It’s about a trip I took in January. So, on a normal day, I am finishing something that I started on two freakish days!
We are having a freak late April snow storm here today. I thought I would write about an adventure I had in January; on a weekend that had weather more like today’s should have been. A look back shows a high of 53! Continue reading “A Metra Ride Away…Waukegan”
Well it’s been a month. I really think I have given this French Press a valiant effort but I am done. Instead of leaving me feeling relaxed and sophisticated it has destroyed my morning routine.
French Press coffee takes so many steps. That barista is being modest and generous when she hands you that delicate pot; allowing you to take that coffee over the finish line, when she has done so much before you. Continue reading “Dear French Press, it’s not you, it’s me…”
They are, as I thought, daffodils! I think I planted some alliums too. They should come up in May!
I’m 50/50 on the thrift shop score today. Although if you count the lovely plaid coat it’s a thrift shop win again!
Finally, a bit of fashion advice. Try on last summer’s “absolute favorite” pant BEFORE you run around looking for a top to freshen the look. They might not be a favorite anymore. You change. Check things before you spend any time on who you were a couple of seasons ago.
In the fall of 2018, we had three unsolved murders in Rogers Park. Two, at point-blank range, occurred over two days in October. Right now, there is $150,000 on the table to solve them. Some reports indicate that’s the highest reward for the suspect in a Chicago crime.
Earlier, a Northwestern graduate student was killed in “gang crossfire” in September. That crime occurred across the street from a bank. He’d lived here only a few days. I planted daffodils at the memorial his family created for him in the little park across the street. They are coming up now.
There has been no discernible movement on any of these cases. Continue reading “Jussie Smollett and the People of Rogers Park”
Look at this tiny paper white! It barely got out of the bulb
before it had to blossom.
Today’s charity shop count is the same as yesterday’s, 100%. Same Gap skinny jeans, different Eddie Bauer turtleneck in blue and a return to the J. Crew plaid of a few days ago. I tend towards a capsule wardrobe.
Bonus points for the vintage Converse sneaks in brown leather. I was at a skatepark (my side gig is with Chicago Action Sports) and one of the skaters told me they are rather rare! They were MIB when I got them so the Eww factor is not an issue!
So this mural was unveiled last November. It’s intent was to honor women. Every time I walk by it I get a little perturbed.
First, the mural is buried on a seldom-used alley behind the Cultural Center. Garland Court is used as a loading dock for events at the Cultural Center. As if women’s accomplishments have not been hidden enough! As if the “dark alley” does not carry a powerfully sinister message to every woman on the world.
Continue reading ““Honoring” Women with Art”
I visited the Peterson Park neighborhood today. I needed a change of place. The neighborhood has some of the city’s best MCM architecture. The tree graveyard at the edge of North Park Village feels prehistoric. I found a sweet plant hanger at a new TJ Maxx, too. I’m doing only vinca vines this summer. No flowers at all.
There was this quirky little gem on Central Park, just south of Peterson. I absolutely love this place! #nofilter!
Oh and they like to cover lots of ground when it comes to spiritual practice, too.
I made a Quality of Life decision this morning and jumped on a Red line train. Anyone who lives here knows what a leap of faith that is. It can be a shelter on rails. It looks like I found a new boyfriend though!
The first car had one person on it. The stench could blister paint. I held my breath, dashed for the door, hit the platform and jumped to the next car. The stench in the second car would have peeled that paint!
So out to the platform. I waited for a Purple line. I caught my usual train, with the usual conductor. I settled in, and started looking at my phone.
Continue reading “Just Another Day on the CTA”
Grateful…we hear it all the time. Hoodies proclaim “Blessed!” I see everywhere; stamped on key chains and totes. It’s become a commodity so you know it matters!
I had always wrestled with grateful. It seemed more Pollyanna to me than anything else; like the Black Knight saying “it’s just a flesh wound.” I truly believed that humans should face the ugliness in their own lives.
Continue reading “Grateful?”
Flaco’s Tacos (yes, that means skinny in Spanish–the ice cream place across the patio is called Gordito’s!) is the home of my latest food obsession! Their “Street Corn” taco is delicious. Spicy chicken and smoky corn, with a sauce that completely duplicates the taste of an elotes!
It’s also a bargain at $2.95.
I had them for dinner on Sunday in Edgewater; then for lunch at the Chicago Ave. location on Monday!
I like mine with a Hibiscus margarita.
I have some of my finest personal insights when I am in the most mundane moments of my life.
This morning, while waiting for a train, I learned that I do not want to be “in love.” Perhaps never again. I just don’t have the space in my heart for anyone else right now.
I can’t remember what bulbs I planted in the fall. What will blossom in the yard is as much a mystery as what will blossom in my life.
I am also seriously thrilled that my lemon balm has again survived the winter.
Today’s thrift shop tally? Everything! Camel hair skirt from 111 North State-the Marshall Field store brand, and a classic black ribbed turtleneck from Eddie Bauer.
Bonus points for the wool beret and Neiman Marcus gloves!