The thing about Chicago is that, if you forget about the downtown, it is a composite of small neighborhoods. Walk through any of them and you’ll have to remind yourself that you’re not in a small town in Wisconsin. Or anywhere else.
We didn’t spend much time walking this time (though we were in this neighborhood, returning to a brunch favorite around the corner from here).
Women on a mission: get stuff loaded into the car and head north.
And now, finally, we’re all settled: for a short while, my girls and I are all in Madison. And maybe it’s for a long long time and maybe it’s not, but I can only think about this month and the next and they are here and Sunday dinners are at my place and life is good.
I stop at the farmette to get air for the tires and air for my lungs. Ed is driving the John Deere even though the long grass is beastly wet.
At home, I think about turning on the heat. There’s a nip in the air.