Firstly and foremostly, happy first birthday Cole Sebastian Grant! (And Scout Delilah Kosner, oh my goodness…all these babies in my life turning one! Specifically two of them.)
P.J. and I went to Boston this past weekend to party down with the nephews, sisters and parentals; it was a whirlwind 36 hours of non-stop meals, Harvard trippin’ and baleful eyes peering over the front of my aerobed at 5am. Plus dinner in the North End! And a brunchy party with cupcakes and a super-sleepy host! No, not his parents. (Although they were, too.) The birthday boy conked out during the festivities…though, to be fair, so did two of his aunts.
It was such a fast (and fun) trip that when P.J. and I found ourselves back home after our return flight and bus trip and hoofing it, we wondered what the heck just happened and WHY OH WHY was it almost Monday morning.
It is always Monday morning. Also, winter.
Last night after work, I started out for pilates up at Clark and Belden- a full 14 blocks from my Wednesday/Friday job locale- and managed to miss every bus that could have swiftly taken me there. (It was way too frigid to stop and wait for a bus. I wasn’t willing to freeze my eyelids. IT IS THAT COLD.) However, I did have the wonderful moment of almost having a gal run me over- walking beside me- and then chat and laugh about it whilst passing me. Sadly, my over-ear Bose headphones were on (they are the only thing saving me from deep ear trauma in this wind) and I couldn’t make out a darned thing she was saying. I’m an excellent lip reader, but this girl was wearing a mammoth hood and kept turning her face away from me (laughing, I believe. I think we were sharing a nice moment, as opposed to “Move it over, heifer, you have ugly boots.”) I nodded and smiled, even managed a benevolent chuckle, but there was no way I was going to remove my headphones for a shortish encounter. Sorry. I kept expecting her to continue on in the full-speed manner in which she had been walking, but I truly believe that she felt we were having some moment of utter bonding and continued to talk at me for almost one full city block. There was no way I could take off the headphones and admit that I hadn’t heard her- regardless, I was still not going to remove them in that weather.
Still, I count that as a moment of connection in the otherwise frigid and solitary wasteland that winter in Chicago becomes.
And now, further proof that Facebook isn’t really on the pulse of my lifestyle- an ad on the side of my homepage read “Recession problems? Rent your second home!”
I don’t think Facebook really understands my day-to-day problems.
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