I don’t know why it took me so long to figure out that I can use my camera phone to store reminders. No more scrambling to find a pen and scrap of paper to write down the title of a book I want to remember. Perfect for bookstore browsing, since bookstores often serve as window shopping for my next trip to the library.
(Taken while strolling the 57th Street Bookstore, one of the best book shops in Chicago.)
It looks like Spring. The sun is out, the sky is blue, the grass is green, the trees are leafing out and blooming, and spring flowers are popping up all over.
It sounds like Spring. The birds are tweetering up a storm.
But is sure doesn’t feel like Spring. 34-degrees with a windchill of 23! Not unusual for April in Chicago, but after a few weeks with temps in the 60s and 70s, it feels especially harsh.
Mother Nature better warm things up by next Saturday. I’ve got tickets to the Cubs game and if I have to sit and watch them loose, I sure don’t want to freeze my keister doing it.
These are the safety goggles I acquired last week while on our tour of the Toyota factory. We tried them out as kitchen safety gear last night while frying up bacon and chopping onions for the soup. They didn’t do jack–unless you count feeling like a dork in your own kitchen.
Wasabi peas ROCK! That’s all I’m saying.
It wasn’t a violin string that broke during last night’s performance of Elgar’s Violin Concerto. With soloist Gil Shaham energetically tackling this challenging piece, conductor David Zinman’s baton snapped in two as he lead to CSO. Never saw that before.
Chicago’s public radio station WBEZ is radically changing their format next week when they dump all music programming (jazz, blues, world music, Marian McPartland, Blues Before Sunrise, Coming Home, Dick Buckley’s Sunday jazz) to, in their words, give us “more of what we do best.” Meaning, they’ll air already existing programs twice–once during the day and once at night. If you ask me, that’s more of less.
Every year I’m amazed by how many household’s can’t seem to ditch their Christmas tree soon enough. I took a brief walk around the neighborhood today and saw a small forest of trees awaiting the wood chipper.
I’ll use the head cold as an excuse…
Last night, being kitchenless, I took my neighbor up on her offer to use her kitchen to scramble up some eggs for Jen. Chemo #3 last week has hit Jen a tad bit harder than the past two, and scrambled eggs are one of the few things that taste good to her now. So, because we have very very limited refrigerator space (we’re using a friends mini-fridge in our basement) I had the brilliant idea of putting the eggs in a plastic zip lock bag for storage.
My brilliance ended there, for when I popped the piping hot scrambled eggs into the bag they promptly melted a hole right through the bag. Duh. I don’t know what I was thinking. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The fun of performing a feat of “Duh, what was I thinking?” is when you take it on the road for friends (and neighbors) to enjoy.