I saw the first red-winged blackbirds of the year this morning. Sixteen degrees, west wind fourteen miles per hour, wind chill two. I know it's the first day of spring, but I still think they were confused.
I'm not sure how we missed this last Friday, but our little Ella dog had not one but two of her videos featured on Cute Overload! They're the first two videos shared in the following link: Cute Overload: We've Found Nemo—He's
In the indigo sky hang lights like lanterns strung from here to eternity. Bright holes punched in the night, they creep in from the east, queued for landing but aimed at the spotlit moon holding fast in their path. But the moon gives way, first to one plane, then the
First off, I must say that I made it home and back safely. There was some debate about whether or not this month's Tuesday Funk reading would even happen, what with the blizzard and all going on here in Chicago. Hopleaf's opinion was that snow doesn&
A new natural gas setback here this morning. This time the leak is in a pipe in our front clothes closet. The pipe comes up through the basement, takes a bend through an elbow joint, and goes through a wall into the closet with our furnace. Well, the horizontal pipe
Late last week, I was going to write that the back yard is a winter palimpsest, with footprints and pawprints overwritten by successive layers of snow. I was going to write that frolicking in that world was like playing a god striding over plains and rugged mountain ranges alike, where
Did Ben Grimm ever have a canine sidekick? If not, he should have—but it's not too late! Marvel, take note: Ella would like to model for the part. Here she is, partway through her transformation into a rocky white crime-fighting dog thing. And Thingo was her name-o.
I am told there are two seasons in Chicago—winter and construction. Well, construction season is over.
Snowflakes ride updrafts in Brownian reels outside my twelfth-floor window.
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