a pictorial diary of experiences
One of the things that I miss most about living in Chicago was the view from our loft. We lived in a kind of no-mans land; a block north of River North, about a mile west of Old Town, and a few blocks south of Lincoln Park. Basically, Cabrini Green adjacent. While looking for a condo, we looked at dozens and dozens of buildings and nothing really stood out (could have been that we were coming...
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I’m in Chicago supervising the packing and moving of our remaining items. You see, when we moved back in late January, we left the condo sort of staged (all of our furniture, pictures on the wall, nice sampling of tsotchke, etc.). The packers came today, and though every cabinet, closet, and drawer was empty it still took four hours and 37 boxes to wrap all the random pictures and knick...
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After ten years in Chicago, we’re packing up and heading South. Total box count:33 Small23 Medium4 Large4 WardrobeMany Other Random Things Of course, that doesn’t include everything because our furniture and other miscellanea are staying until our condo sells. The theory is that it will show better furnished, and once our place sells we’ll have everything shipped. That’s...
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Awoke to those unwelcome but familiar sounds: the scrape, scrape, scrape of shovels on the sidewalk below and the buzz of snowblowers.
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With daylight savings time over, sunrise time is back to where it should be. A few hours later we had a visit from the resident American Kestrel, who frequently sits on the ledge while hunting small birds.
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