Breakfast at the Cinnamon Cafe on Lawrence

This is a place of beauty in food...oh, and it tastes great too.

It burned my heart when it close

Such a cruel thing

With no warning

the doors stopped opening

salt shakers still on the table

And was replaced with a place that doesn't believe in brunch

Atheists 

French restaurants

not believing in God is one thing,

not believing in brunch is another

Snow and Other Mean Things to Say

Lets talk a moment about snow in alliteration:  It's white, water, and comes in winter.

Now let's talk about snow in Chicago:  It's a fact of life and a price I must pay.

I prefer alliteration.

Starting before I moved to this great city, people spoke of The Snow.  Friends and strangers advised me on how to cope with The Snow.  I was given advise without asking, while drinking, and even when getting a sunburn.  When people didn't know what to say, they mentioned it in catastrophic terms.  Groups would gather to discuss how I'm from the South and will have a tough time in the winter.  Length of coats, undergarments, and the glove v. mitten debate raged around me.

I bit my tongue.  Being from the South, I was raised to be polite.

 It snowed.

Sweet, soft, silent snow fell over the city Thursday night like a first blanket of winter.  

Wonderful, wistful, white snow

Black Friday Fear

I admit to being afraid.  I am afraid.  I fear shopping on Black Friday.  I cannot make myself go out to shop no matter what the savings are.  I will spend today scared of stores.

This day is historically the biggest shopping day of the year.  It's the day when all the stores that have a red balance sheets (they aren't making money) end up in the black (they finally make money).  To cause this to happen, millions of shoppers go out and fill their baskets with purchases then line up to check out.  Horror stories exist.

For this reason, I avoid the masses of humanity.  I am a weak shopper and cannot hold out.  This is why I avoid the shops today and huddle at home with chores.

Cars, Boats, and Questions

      These two buildings get noticed.  Really noticed...but what about the boat dock?

The building is in the middle of Chicago and has parked cars for several floors.  That alone makes me nervous.  What's to keep the cars from falling out?  A wire? It all seems a bit too risky for my backing tastes.  No one cares what's above, offices or apartments, because the backed up cars that could almost fall into the river catch the eye.

The whole thing feels to exposed, but what about the bottom?  A person could be on the way to a meeting, see a boat, and say "Hey, I like it." Poof!  A boat owner is born.  Just closed a huge deal, why not buy a boat to celebrate?  Coming from divorce court, a boat is just the thing to pick a newly divorcee up.

 This is too risky for the city.  The potential exists to have unprepared boat-owners who are not committed to the lifestyle of fees and repairs.  It's like having a bar in a house full of teenagers and then taking a trip.  What do you think will happen?

Luckily, while liquor in the house in free but a boat always costs money.  The price is the deterrent to keep the city from being full of unprepared boat owners with regrets and sad boats.  The river is not polluted with abandoned boats from a bonus, long liquored lunch, and then impulse with opportunity.

Really, what's in the rest of the building?

Forgive (again)

I saw the sign again but this time written in chalk on a wall and then later that day in spray paint on a wall.  Is this a message from someone?

It was a strange moment that reminded me of The Matrix.  The chalk message caught me just as I had finished telling a friend about the unsuccessful date.  The spray paint whizzed by as my train headed back to the Loop.  Was the message really there?  Was it meant for me?

I wonder who needs the city to forgive so much?  Do I need more of it in my life?

Forgive

 
Who writes 'forgive' on a sidewalk?

I couldn't help but think of five different scenarios to cause it.  Put the plausible stories aside and think about how many people run across this message.  Walking along, happy, tired, angry, bored, or drunk, and see a directive to let go of grudges and pains inflicted and let go of the pain and resentment.

As children, we are all taught this and as adults, we pass this lesson along to children.  The lesson of letting go enters our lives and leave multiple times before ever truly taking it in and acting on it.  It cannot be done by others nor can it be done for others.  So maybe this word on the sidewalk is to remind us to do it for ourselves.

Now, put away the philosophy.  I came across this statement while on an anger and frustration fueled walk.  It's my method of calming the brain and re-centering my thoughts.  So I was in the middle of the walk when I took the photo.

I had been heading out on a date a few weeks ago.  Not to get into details, on my way to the date I realized that this date was no good.  He was going to drag me down, unhinge my confidence, and take advantage of my character.  Not to say he was a monster of a guy, just one a loser.   He was a guy I wouldn't want any of my friends to date, so why was I heading out to meet him?  I cancelled in as nice of way as possible and taking all of the blame before getting off the phone.

After the photo, one might expect me to forgive the guy who started my walk.   For a moment, I considered it.  Then I rejected it.  While I could forgive the guy, it does not mean returning to the same relationship.  That memory serves as a lesson in life and character.  Some people are not healthy, some people are not good for you, and some people will not be good to you.   And I decided to forgive myself for every letting that kind of person far enough into my life to take up memory space in my phone.

I forgave and then deleted.   

Roller Derby Spectacular

Roller derby action is a girls event.  Great fun to watch, the cheering leaves you horse and the rules engaged.  And lets face it, we would all like to see some violence.

And somewhere deep inside, even the daintiest of girls would like to see women rewarded for physically aggressive acts.  Girls, go to a bout and see the action.  

Beauty in Beaches

As long as beaches are clean, they are gorgeous.  Any beach, any location, and even in any season, just as long as they are all clean.  There is beauty in the sand and ripples of the waves.

In Chicago, there is also fear.  People die in the water every week, and twice a week in the summer. It's a reason to not read the Chicago Tribune, they put every death on the front page of the website.  The water must be respected or else it will kill.

Maybe people should judge it.  Maybe we should let it contribute to campaigns like corporations. Or maybe, just maybe, this beauty that calms the soul should also be respected for the deadly creature it is.

Wine in the Purse

Maybe an evening that starts off with a bottle of wine in a purse on a bus must result in fleeting fun.

 I felt shameful for carrying my alcohol in such a public manner.  It was like a reverse walk of shame, everyone who noticed my purse would know what kind of trouble I was headed for that evening.  They could know and judge as I went off to my fun.

My purse can hold a bottle of wine, but thankfully not two...and yes, it was fleeting fun. 

Riding in the Rain

Adjusting to the weather requires skills I lack.  These skills involve watching the weather forecast, reading the weather, looking at weather maps, and even standing outside to look at the sky.  I have other skills but just not these.

So today, I got caught in the rain on my bike.  It was a lovely ride in the cold downpour.  Maybe I need to take weather classes?