Friday, July 31, 2009

I'm not lingering on in the glory of the last post. I'm only digging out from underneath some heavy deadlines. Plan to post on Sunday or Monday.

Thursday, July 23, 2009


This is a recently published book by a friend of mine, Stacia Spragg-Braude. She is a photographer and this book documents the lives of a Navajo family. It is a coffee table style book with elegant photographs.





I was unaware that I had been listed in the adknowledgments. "...to Dennis Plummer for putting me back in touch with Fidel Castro and the je ne sais quoi gypsy in the bar."

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Morning Mystery

I stopped by my landlord's house on the way out to work this morning. She had a CD for me that had come in the mail. I had not ordered a CD. I did not know the artist. There was no note with the invoice; it only stated that it had been paid for in full.

Now I can't wait to get to work to play the music and explore the artist and possibilities of who might have sent it. That's a good way to wake up.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sears/Willis Tower

Today the Sears Tower becomes "Willis Tower". Willis Group Holdings, a London-based insurance-brokerage firm bought the naming rights as part of a lease agreement.

So now it's official. Chicago has a big willy.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Poetry in Motion

It was another morning of nearby balloons. This seemed appropriate as today is my brother's (Dustin's) birthday; the last morning balloons were this close was last month on my birthday.

This one came really close. Just across the ditch in my backyard.








At a certain point, the hot air redistributes itself. This causes another burst of color.



The final settling.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Dinner

Enjoying the bounty of my weekend: roasted summer squash, stuffed with maple-glazed almonds, goat's butter and ancho chili powder; roasted beets; collard greens, wilted in red wine vinegar and roasted green chilies; a cooled salad of red lettuce, beet greens, arugula and tomatoes; cucumber and white vinegar-soaked green onions. Mmmm....

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Going to the Market

Still riding on inspiration from “Coming Home to Eat”, I arose early today to go to one of the local farmers’ markets. Getting up by ten is a typical Saturday morning for me, so I thought it a small miracle to be out watering my plants at 7:10. Still, that was ten minutes after the market had opened and so it was already bustling with festivity long before I finally arrived at 8:30.

I did not know how much socializing I have been missing! Within 20 minutes into the hour-and-a-half that I spent there, I ran into 11 people whom I know. I spent the morning browsing with three of them.

Roving musicians were singing their mournful and lively rancheras y corridos among artisan displays of arts and crafts. We sampled salt cedar honey and, for a dollar donation to the market, compared and judged fresh salads prepared by four local restaurants. We were cajoled into sampling pie from a big, bustling lady who loudly threatened to ‘git the pie poleece’ after us if’n we didn’t just turn ourselves around and taste the best pie we ever did eat!

I also chatted with my state senator and his wife and I learned that he had set aside $50,000 in 2008 for my agency to spend on adding classrooms. It has been sitting in the city offices for us to use without my ever having been notified.

So, 90 minutes later, I was on my way home loaded with fresh produce, full of salad and chocolate croissant, singing songs in my head, smiling from good conversation with friends and $50,000 richer (for the shelter at least). Not bad for a Saturday morning. Perhaps I’ll get up early more often!


Eggs from the hens at home.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

I'm in the middle of reading "Coming Home to Eat". It is an excellent book about one man's year of eating only local food. The story is inspiring to me and has made me very conscious of what I am eating, about how much energy was spent on getting it to my table and the wild side effects that have been created by not eating locally and in season.

Guess who came to my door today? A guy from a company called "No Boundaries Gourmet Foods". Seriously poor timing for the sales rep.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Some friends and I made this discovery while doing some yard work over the weekend. The mother finch returned and is caring for this newborn as we await the birth (or do you say the crack?) of the other three.

Friday, July 03, 2009