Notes from inside my head, 18-21 Sept

The weather report warned of “stray thunderstorms.” All day I had this vision of feral storms, hungry, resentful, and lonely, all scruffy and huddled down over the horizon, waiting for the best moment to pounce.

Power outage at the ‘brar meant the AC wasn’t working. For once I was not freezing to death in the Arctic draft from the ventilation ducts. Nope, all night I was meeelllllllting. There’s just no pleasing me.

Dragon Con was three weeks ago. Thursday I realized I never reset the time on my phone back to Central Time after coming home from Atlanta.  Well. I got in an extra hour of writing today, sorta.

Research Jeopardy style. Answer: Deontological ethics, Kantian philosophy, types of utilitarianism, and the trolley problem. What is, “a topic I spent a couple of hours investigating down all kinds of internet rabbit holes.” Why, you ask? I say, why NOT?

Guess who made her writing target for the week?  No, no, not ME, pshaw.  Not even close.  I’m sure someone reached theirs, though. Kudos to you, whoever you are! That was some hard work. Reward yourself.

Fall smells are the best. From petrichlor to dry walnut husks to hot simmering cider, they’re all comfort scents that reach deep into my brain and whisper, “breathe deep now, savor every sniff before the year turns to ice and the air shrivels in the cold.”

Frozen tomatoes slip right out of their skins when they thaw. Makes cooking down tomato sauce so much easier than bothering with a food mill. Just saying.

FIVE more book reviews up on Amazon/Goodreads. Yay. I’m caught up. If anyone’s curious, I’m Tiggeroo Reviews on Amazon. Because Amazon gave me the option of reviewing under a pen name, and pen names are fun.

Consolation baking is a real thing. I have done significant analysis of this, and I can attest, consolation cookies taste awesome.

 

 

 

And now to bore everyone with pictures…

Have a few glimpses of my Adventure Thursday last week.  It’s an odd collection. Things I deem picture-worthy sometimes don’t make sense to others. There are captions.

Also I didn’t take any pics during dinner or Gumbo Fiction Salon because my hands were shaky & sweaty, plus I was mildly freaking out. Galway Arms has excellent food (I had a delightful cheese & chutney plate and also sampled a scrumptious smoked salmon appetizer) and the readings were phenomenal.

You’ll have to take my word for it.

Why I took Public Transit
A shot of traffic on I-90 from Jefferson Park Transit Center, where I transferred from Metra to CTA. Drive time was 1 hr 12 min in that jam all the way. My stress-free trip: 1:37 incl. a nice walk.
Lincoln Park sign
I arrived early enough to do plenty of exploring.A lovely walk at the end of the road.
Turtle, hiding.
Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum is FREE on Thursdays to Illinois residents. This shy turtle lives at the indoor butterfly exhibit, in a water feature.
Atlas Moth
This Atlas moth is as big across as my two hands. He was snoozing right at ankle level.
Finches!
Finch! I wish we could have birds in our butterfly exhibit at Chicago Botanic Garden.
Moar Finch
Two more finches munching on millet seeds.
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Note to self: go here someday soon. Say, this summer, when it’s warmer. 
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Museum from the outside. Probably more scenic when there’s foliage.
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City nature. “Urbs in Horto” indeed.

 

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This tree is made of optimism. Pretty yellow flowers of hope. 

I hope you enjoyed this vicarious afternoon with me.

 

Random Thoughts

Life today means waking up every morning and immediately checking the headlines for overnight catastrophes:

  • Has the country has gone to war (yet)?
  • Has a mass-casualty crime been committed?
  • Who at the highest levels of government has quit/resigned/been fired?
  • Which high-visibility media figure is doing something egregiously stupid or hostile?
  • Was there military posturing short of war?
  • What about natural disasters?

…and every morning, life goes on.

Love means waking up in the limbo between night and dawn with fear turning your whole heart into a cold, sweaty knot because your lover is sleeping so still and quiet you can’t tell if they’re still breathing. And so you touch them–every-so-gently-with the tips of your–fingers to make sure they haven’t died in their sleep.

…and every time, they’re alive and your heart relaxes and you burrow in close for a cuddle.

Pursuit of happiness means pausing to relish every sunset, appreciate every moonrise, celebrate every cuddle, taking not one second of life or love for granted.

Joy is the offspring of life and love, a precious, fragile concept born in patient pursuit and conscious effort. Chase it with all your might, every second of every day and every night.

That’s what’s on my mind today.

This post’s picture brought to you by a snowstorm walk through the Chicago Botanic Garden a winter ago, between Spouseman’s surgical recovery & the start of his radiation treatment. Still cancer free, as of the most recent test.


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