summer comin’
sunny warmer late spring days mean basking, face up, eyes closed out on the back porch. container garden in the works. sitting in the sundazzle and painting toenails with ridiculous sparkly colors is requisite.
white sox game
to celebrate chris’s brother’s birthday. fun in the splendid and intense chicago sun (tho the home team went down in the 8-9th innings). Read and post comments | Send to a friend
summer fare
salsa– my favorite standard: onion, tomato, tomatillo, cilantro, lime, olive oil, salt & pepper
summerdance
chris and I met up after work downtown amidst the swing of summer crowds and flowers
duneland excursion
meandered down and around the shore of lake michigan on saturday– through the industrial wastes and on into sunlight and fresh breezes and quiet with songbirds. Allthree Sandytongue photos by chris Read and post comments | Send to a friend
simple pulse
weekend morning peace– hanging in the quiet kitchen with the wee beastie snoozing at the foot of my stool, chimes singing away through the open balcony door. following a few days of clogged kitchen sink drain, maintenance maestro snaking it out yesterday, this morning I’ve done loads of dishes and somewhat mastered the workspace chaos– ...
of summer and friends and babies
golly. it’s the first time in what feels like a Very Long Time that I have lain in bed in the morning and tippity-tappety meandered around catching up with people in the virtual realm– especially my mom- and mom-to-be friends jen and laurel and hanh. I expect the evident common denominator here is more than ...
litany of plaint
typically, I am a bear when sick, and this week is no exception. poor chris. who has been sick all week, too, and who has been unerringly thoughtful and generous. which only makes me feel like a bigger craphound to complain. but it is 3 a.m., I’m feeling evil, and the only thing for it ...