We got some kites for the boys, which was an exciting new experience. Gainesville is in a natural declivity, so it gets almost no wind, ever. Previous kite-flying attempts were sad disappointments. We're up near The Windy City now, though, and we've taken to the field behind the elementary school (just 2 blocks from our home) a couple of times with spectacular results. Rick took some pictures on his phone, so maybe he'll share them here (hi, honey!).
Rick and I had been planning for months to attend a Glen Hansard concert, and last weekend it occurred to me that I'd love something to wear that wasn't faded, stained, torn, and plain Worn Out like 99% of my wardrobe. So I snuck over to DeKalb, intending to get JUST ONE outfit (okay, maybe two)... but I didn't reckon on the very flattering attentions of the staff at Maurices (darn and bless you, Darcy-the-salesclerk), and I came out with about nine. I felt guilty about spending so much money, but Rick reminded me that Being Able to Replace Things That Are Worn Out is the whole reason we made this drastic move, after all, so I'm almost over it. And my closet is beautiful.
So, Tuesday was the concert, and it was amazing. Best date we've had in ages. Hansard's music (see also: The Frames, Marketa Irglova, Swell Season) has a lot of meaning for us, having discovered it at a stressful time in our lives when we needed something to bond over. Getting to see him live in Chicago felt kind of like a benediction for our new life up here. We are well begun. :)
Outside the Vic Theatre |