September 24, Darien, Illinois (6 miles, Carmelite Carefree Village.)
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Legal horror.
September 23, Downers Grove.
The New Yorker gets to me late but it is still a remarkable treat.
What I read in the September 7th edition today about Todd Willingham's case made me ill and shattered the little faith I had left in the ability of this country's legal system to carry out exactly that - justice.
The New Yorker gets to me late but it is still a remarkable treat.
What I read in the September 7th edition today about Todd Willingham's case made me ill and shattered the little faith I had left in the ability of this country's legal system to carry out exactly that - justice.
Gallop.
September 23, Downers Grove.
Late into the morning I heard a gallop and looked out to the baseball diamond beyond our house to see Eric riding Ace, an eleven-year-old Percheron.
Last week Armando bought new horses and sent two others back to Hugo (Lucy, his mother, came up with Marcelino and dropped off Natalia and the baby too; they had left for hugo with Zefta and Renzo.)
Musings on futility.
September 23, Downers Grove.
The only problem really with living in a small travel trailer with kids is that once they've strewn the toys all over the floor there is no space left to walk (or sit.) My days are filled with pushing toys around in a futile attempt to clear a passage for the rest of the inopportune dwellers.
I don't know why I keep doing it, other than to prove a point lost on anyone but me, a sort of Mom Maginot line; it would be easier to just skip and dodge - a principle that also applies to life in general, come to think of it.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Laundry day.
September 22, Addison.
As often when it's close by, half the circus was at the laundromat, before and after us.
Break.
September 22, Addison.
As we headed off the lot to the laundromat next door I spotted the crew taking their morning break on the unfolded tent, a little earlier than usual.
The day is warm and muggy.
Not green.
September 22, Addison.
The name is ironic for there is nothing bucolic about this densely immigrant suburb of lower-end chain stores.
The name is ironic for there is nothing bucolic about this densely immigrant suburb of lower-end chain stores.
A stroll at the mall.
September 21, Vernon Hills.
The boys and I are prisoners of the mall.
I wanted to go walk around with them in the stroller this afternoon after working on the project but soon found out there is nowhere to cross the avenue and no sidewalks either. I walked across last night going over to the grocery store but that was really jaywalking because although there are lights where traffic stops, there is no marked pedestrian paths - you're simply not supposed to be out walking.
Malls I dislike, to say the least. The enclosed space makes me claustrophobic, the array of stores dizzy, the perfumes nauseous. Add the ghastly mix of music coming out of the stores and teenagers bumping into you and I want to run for my life.
Yet to the mall we were forced to retreat, and next to the playground were three toy stores judiciously located to make me want to run faster.
The boys and I are prisoners of the mall.
I wanted to go walk around with them in the stroller this afternoon after working on the project but soon found out there is nowhere to cross the avenue and no sidewalks either. I walked across last night going over to the grocery store but that was really jaywalking because although there are lights where traffic stops, there is no marked pedestrian paths - you're simply not supposed to be out walking.
Malls I dislike, to say the least. The enclosed space makes me claustrophobic, the array of stores dizzy, the perfumes nauseous. Add the ghastly mix of music coming out of the stores and teenagers bumping into you and I want to run for my life.
Yet to the mall we were forced to retreat, and next to the playground were three toy stores judiciously located to make me want to run faster.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Alejandro.
September 21, Vernon Hills.
Third time does it.
Perfect soft-box of a gray sky, no wind, ideal setting for an outdoor studio: the mall parking lot.
Trapeze impromptu.
September 20, Vernon Hills.
Rebecca was called upon to fill in for the Fernandes family today; Adilson doesn't feel well and they couldn't work.
She did a single trapeze act. She was nervous going in but didn't show it much.
It was awesome, she said coming out.
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