The scene: My dining room, earlier this week The players: Seventeen-year-old J, me, and my sister J: “So, Tim* and Megan* want me and (girlfriend) Shannon* to go to this dance club with them on Saturday night.” Me: “Really? A DANCE CLUB? Like, for under twenty-ones?” J: “Yep.” I glanced across the table and raised my eyebrows at my sister. Me: “What is the name of this dance club?” J: “The Zone.**” Me: “And where is this ‘The Zone Dance Club’ that I’ve never heard of after twenty years of living in this Chicago suburb?” J: (shrugging shoulders) “I don’t know. They have a 17+ night on Saturdays. It starts…
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My Friends + Laughter = Me + Thankful
I had a couple of ideas for this, the penultimate NaBloPoMo post for 2012. I thought I might write about how I used to sew clothing (easy patterns, but still) for the boys when they were little and how a matching pair of shorts led to one of my favorite pictures of them from way back when. Then I thought that I would post a couple of black and white pictures I took of the boys over Thanksgiving weekend. (I love black and white pictures, don’t you?) I also considered sharing (finally) one of the buildings I toured during Open House Chicago, since I never got past talking about Marina…
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Happy Thanksgiving!
As it turns out, the problem I was having with getting the WiFi at my parents’ house last night was caused by where I was choosing to sit in the family room. I moved my laptop to the dining room this morning and–like magic!–I am connected. Shew, that was a close one! I got some work done this morning and now I’m all ready to make the deviled eggs and a salad for our Thanksgiving dinner. I’ll be watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade at the same time (tradition!), and generally enjoying the day with my family. I hope YOU have a great day too, no matter where you are…
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Signs
I am a HUGE believer in signs and messages that are quite possibly strictly coincidence but, when interpreted the way I need to at any given time, can seem other-worldly, comforting, or just good reminders. (And if you’re wondering, although I don’t check on a daily basis I do happen to enjoy reading my horoscope. As long as it’s good. Bad? Forget it. Those are the days I don’t believe it.) When my first beagle–the late, great Bijoux–died back in 2003, I took major comfort in what I interpreted as signs from her. It started with an INXS song (I wrote about it on my first blog, here), and after…
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Five Years Down…
Today happens to be my 5th Blogoversary! Over the past five years I have written 1453 posts on Suburban Scrawl, which is a pretty darn good average: 291 per year. I didn’t feel any pressure to write any kind of overly spectacular post to celebrate this milestone for a couple of reasons: 1. It’s Sunday and I’m in the middle of a bathroom renovation so I can’t sit here working on my craft for hours. 2. No matter how little effort I put into writing this post, it is bound to end up better (by leaps and bounds) than my very first post here on Suburban Scrawl on October 28,…