Archive for September 2011

To everything there is a season....

To everything there is a season....
The weather is disrupting my inherent state of cheer; I am suffering from a severe case of writer’s block.  This is a combination of two facts:  I am too crabby  to inflict myself upon the world at large, and I am hyper sentimental. I have been following Donna’s Cancer Story by  fellow Chicago Now blogger... Read more »

Silence

Silence
I have fled to Michigan for  a condo meeting.  Milly accompanied me, and though she is not a brilliant conversationalist, she is good company.  Seeing her face in the rear view mirror makes me smile. She looks like a Muppet.  I am low maintenance.  I brought a tub of chicken salad for dinner, and there... Read more »

I'm with Ed Burke....

I do not think the Chicago Teachers’ Union is winning the PR battle for the minds of the children, or the support of the community.  It is time to regroup. On the news last week, I was awestruck to see the Vice President of the CTU object to the incentives that Emanuel’s administration offered to... Read more »
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Fall Reading

Last night’s Book Club marked the 7th year of reading for our group.  We have traipsed from genre to genre, high brow to low brow.  Our final selection this year took us from Chicago to Europe to spend the 1920′s with Ernest Hemingway and his first wife, Hadley, in The Paris Wife.  I am an... Read more »

Not sure if I like this Jeff Tweedy

Wilco has a new album coming out, and they have recently played here.  So Jeff Tweedy was kind of goofing when he decided to make fun of the Black Eyed Peas’ I Gotta Feeling.   Why? Where is the love, dude? Dissing is not a good, good thing. I think there is room for all kinds... Read more »

September

September
September, for years, has been  the month where habits are recalibrated.  School calendars are given priority.  Bedtimes are earlier.  Food becomes heartier. We accept the punchlist of things we did not get around to- power washing the deck, or planting tomatoes.  We forgive ourselves, and roll over the  wish list for “next year.”  I always... Read more »
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