Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
My MIL is doing well (thank you for your kind thoughts and crossed fingers), I made it to the next level of interviews, traveled by train to Chicago all by myself (hush, it’s a Big Thing), had a marvelous time with two of my favorite people (and one favorite’s teenaged daughter), and made it back home in time for a two hour nap before taking the kids to the annual school Luau and Backpack Dumping.
Been an active week.
The kids’ school stuff was waiting for them when I dropped them off this morning for the first (half) day of the new school year. The entire household is very excited about this new opportunity for intellectual and social growth—with the sole and unsurprising exception of the kids, who just last week were complaining loudly about how boring summer camp was, until they realized they only had four days left.
I took the day off, so in a little while, I’ll head back pick them up, along with all the forms we forgot to pick up at the Luau. Oops.
But for now, it’s time to relax, have another cup of coffee, and offer random, illustrated pieces of the last couple days:
Windy Rainy City
My friend thefirstmausi and I (and her daughter) met early Tuesday morning at the Chicago First Lady Boat Dock—and when I say “met”, I mean for the first time in person—to take one of the Chicago Architecture Foundation River Cruises.
‘firstmausi has the best ideas.
If you ever have the chance to take one of these, please do. The docents are a hoot—they know their stuff and they also know how to make it interesting—and since Chicago is a tall, busy city, it’s easy to miss all the beautiful structures—historical and new—if you stick to the streets.
And also hidden urban folk art.
Plus, you’re on a boat on a river, so everything is relaxed and lovely and mercy those bridges are low.
I’m going to go again the next time I’m in Chicago, because the city is constantly in flux and I want to see the results of all the construction and restoration efforts that are just getting started. . . and also because I missed most of the last half of this one due to the rescheduled rainstorm—which was inexplicably moved up from Friday, and whose decision was that?—drove us inside.
There were large windows and we could hear the docent, but we always seemed to be on the wrong side of the boat to see whatever she was describing.
But that gave ‘firstmausi and I time to talk, so I can’t complain.*
In the Pink
One of the only things Sunny likes about going back to school is getting new shoes.
You can’t tell from the photo, but these things are bright, bright pink. With neon color splashes on them.
She loves them so much, she asked for a second pair, exactly the same, for gym.
And went to school today, wearing them with her new, lacy school dress, which is bright purple.
Clutching her pink, hedgehog-shaped pencil sharpener. Named Fluffy.
Chicago was a seven taxi trip for me—five of them on Tuesday—and totally worth the cost.
I like taxis, especially when I’m alone in a city I don’t know well and won’t be staying in long enough to learn bus routes.
You get in, given them an address, and they take you there. No transfers, no missed stops, no walking.
My only problem with this method of transportation, aside from the environmental impact, is that I’m total crap at flagging them down, and I’ve learned—thank you, Manhattan—that throwing myself on the mercy of the nearest hotel doorman or even random strangers works a lot better than throwing myself in the middle of the street.
I’m not easy to miss, so I assume my body language isn’t confident enough . . . or I have a random secret invisibility superpower that only works on cabbies.
I’m fully aware that this may be two ways of saying the same thing, but having a superpower is way cooler, so we’ll use that one.
In the Pink, Redux
Jane wore some pink today to school, too.
Unlike her sister’s shoes, this image has the intensity juuuuust right.
Not that she didn’t opt for awesomeshoes of her own this year:
That’s my girl.
These are what I think of, when I think gooseberries, which grew wild in our yard when I was a kid:
What we had Tuesday evening** were apparently cultivated Cape gooseberries.
What else would you serve with
memoir bandal cheese and purple heirloom tomatoes?
(The pita chips from the hummus, right)
I can’t take a trip without getting something for the kids, mostly because I love them and also because dear god the puppy dog eyes.
To amplify the incentive, they were supposed to come with me but we couldn’t make it work.
Guilt is a great motivator.
So is shopping at cool toy stores. Like Marbles: The Brain Store.***
A somewhat bewildered ‘first mausi found a Gummi Candy kit that’s perfect for Sunny, my budding Mad Scientist and gummyworm addict.
And for Jane?
It’s like Risk. With SHEEP.
Tuck This in Your Garter . . .
‘firstmausi and I saw this building after the rain chased us below deck, so I have no idea what the docent said about it, if anything, and I haven’t had the chance to track it down, yet.
Until someone can tell me what it’s called or what it’s for, I’m dubbing it “The Flask Building’, because that’s what we thought it looked like from our angle and I persist in the delusion that I’m funny.
So if one of the characters in my wereduck story has his office in the Flask Building—and he will, ’cause I wrote it up on the train—this is why:
*I might complain about the photos she took of me—I really should know better than to bother picking up my hairbrush in Chicago—but I’ll wait until I see what she does with them. If it’s blackmail, I might have to travel to Germany to retrieve the negatives—darn!
** I was able to meet Lyra for a wondrous hour or so at One North Kitchen, which has good food and fantastic staff. Our waiter—who made the mistake of joking about writing his memoirs in front of two writers who were more than willing to run with it until he fled—sold us on a plate of bandal cheese with (purple) heirloom tomatoes, crostini, and gooseberries. She and I had also ordered two other appetizers—herbal flatbread and hummus, YUM—and were holding seven different conversations at once, so by the time we noticed the gooseberries, we’d forgotten what they were. I figured they were a kind of baby tomatillo, which sounded plausible to Lyra and the passing bartender we asked. He went to check and it turned out we were both wrong. And now I’m trying to figure out where I can get gooseberries up here . . .
***Can I just say here how much fun I had trying to explain to two German women the ode to commercialized history and disposable income that is the American Girl Doll Store? I finally gave up and agreed with ‘firstmausi and her daughter: “Only in America.” Such a proud moment.
17 thoughts on “Random Thursday: Random Travels and Battle Sheep”
School shoes are so much cooler now than they were in my day.
I would definitely read ‘Meine reise nach Deutschland’ from you (or join you on the adventure).
Just bought gooseberries last weekend in southeast Iowa. (and a small gooseberry pie from the Mennonite bakery-it’s about the only pie I like to eat)
They are! My one objection is that neither come in my size.
We’ll book the trip together, Dee. I just need a passport and an alternative revenue source . . . 🙂
Southeast Iowa, you say? Hmmm . . .
I’m more than willing to go back to Germany. What part of the country is first mausi from? There is a Mennonite store in Cantril (a bit south and west of Fairfield). They had bags of frozen gooseberries, among other things. There is also a u-pick place near Ames that has bushes.
Near Munich, I think? I want to say that’s where her airport is.
Gooseberry road trips!! 🙂
I live in the South of Germany one hour northwest of Munich.
See? I’m not completely useless at geography! 🙂
I have friends in Muhlhausen and Neustadt a.d. Donau. It could be a great trip to take!
It would! if I start saving now . . .
Lake Point Tower! Condos, my friend. If I’m not mistaken there are two other buildings near that one, one of which has a rooftop pool which I, back in my younger days, swam in. It overlooked the Lake Point.
It was a delight to see you, although next time, we need more time and some space from work me to writer me. I get manic during the transition as you witnessed. Alas.
I suppose though we were good entertainment for the Memoir writer/waiter…
Condos! Hmmm. I’m stealing it anyway. 🙂
Hey, manic got us through ten topics in forty-five minutes! But yes, more time. Maybe we can sync up our schedules and do a whole day—let the kids and husbands loose on Shedd while we hole up across town in a secret location?
We scared that poor boy to death. 😀
I am laughing my ass off about your waiter.
Good grief, Sarah! All I’ve been doing this week is sitting at desks!
I did some of that, too, Averil. And I’m sure you got more work done than I. 🙂
If that is what it takes to get you to visit me in Germany – blackmail it is! XD
Oh, dear. 🙂
Hi, Minor correction please. The gooseberries of your childhood arrived at our house via a huge pot given by the Franklins. I planted them in the yard where they have been demanding lots of attention in exchange for abundant crops. They also have nasty thorns. They have been with us for many years and like the rest of us around here are showing signs of old age.
Ah. I thought they just growed, like Topsy. 🙂
Maybe they’d do better up here? You should bring them along when you move into the house across the street—did I mention it’s for sale?