Same Old Days

Piano.

I hear one being playing often, these days.

Overhearing the salesman, who informs, 'The client is My Brother.'

Turns out, my life isn't very interesting.

That's the first note in a week.

This would be a view of Michigan Avenue, The Bean, The Art Institute, and so on, looking down from the 33 Floor or so, put through that Gold Filter I am a fan of these days, in other words, a flat row of buildings, and what looks to be a lake beyond, but it is a trick of the eye and the filter, the lake is 90 degrees to the left and out of frame

Let's take a City Day.

They are not as exciting as they were at one time.

White Dragon Sushi!

I haven't had sushi in a long time.

It's seems, when things change, it's usually not for the better.

Let's get the heart-rate up on these walks of mine.

This image was not taken in a Cemetery, maybe not even the same state, stain on concrete, which looks sort of like a hand to me

Cemetery Life.
Pollen on my shoes.

The cemetery inmates are trying to escape.

This was a fish fry in a little Fish Monger Store, the skate looked good and was divine, simply wondrous, this may have been the best meal of the year, if not, it was in the running, in the picture we have a healthy portion of fish, upwards of a pound worth with mango salsa, sauted vegetables, and cauliflower mash, it was the salsa and fish which pushed it over the top, slightly crunchy skin, moist tender flake away meat

Stingray (or Skate) for lunch.

Definitely worth mentioning.

Scarecrows.

Or something like that.

Overall, I'd say the Scarecrows were a bit disappointing.

They're practising their sales pitch on the train.

It makes the sales pitch that much harder to take seriously.

Formaldehyde.

That's the smell.

Walking down into a crypt.

So, I'm in a cemetery, today.

A nice fall day.

The Chapel is open.

A full house.

Just me and the dead.

Long walk in the drizzly rain.
Bicycle rider hit a car.

Or visa versa.

So, I gave them my number.

Maybe, I'll be a witness.

Biker yelled.

Hit by, hit, or swerved away from car.

Car almost in bike lane.

At edge or slightly inside.

Biker wiped out.

Driver basically asked me to be a witness.

Biker did not seek medical.

Looked mostly fine.

Ripped jeans at knee.

No blood.

Biker indifferent about my contact information.

Happened at ----- and -----.

Biker against flow in bike lane.

Nobody clarified anything.

I don't know their names or their version of the story...
- Male driver, female passenger, or male bicyclist's versions.

I just made a statement of fact in front of both of them, gave a number, and walked away.

And now, I have something to think about.

And a phone call to dread.

Library closes in four minutes.

I just snuck that potty break in.

More notes.

The bike and rider both travelled forward.

He laid it out in the intersection.

Both hands on handlebars (or close to it) as he went down.

Did not go up and over.

Or stop dead.

So a hit (or squiggle swerve) followed by laying it out.

A very satisfying dinner at the Pakistani Social Club.
The smell of chocolate fills the air.

Do I understand the phone call?

Is $75,000 Significant?
- As the cut off for a Class Action Lawsuit being removed to Federal Court?

Yeah, I nailed it.

Gold Tone image of the Magnificent Mile, looking from the Cliff Hangers Club or Athletic Club or similar, way up in the sky, Sears Building in the background, Wrigley getting worked on in the foreground, I forget the name of the Clock Tower, but they have got a Bar up there, the river would be right below, so cut off, the scaffolding sort of detracts from the clean lines of the photo, but one works with what they have

Skyscrapers!

The main event is Exploring Skyscrapers!

Sacha Baron Cohen?

In the flesh?

In the wild?

Maybe?

I am not one who would know?

The long term prognosis is looking pretty short.
A belly full of food makes all the difference.
I love a good flyby.
Nothing like a cop to clean out a park.

Town Hall Meeting.

Turns out the NO's have it.

No Marijuana Sales in this town.

The fools.

I have invited a Pumpkin Fairy inside for the duration.

Snow.

Winter.

Whatever.

We have a decorative display inside.

She felt much more comfortable after I put a plastic snake outside to protect her patch.

Not so much from squirrels...

As other Pumpkin Fairies.

I'm going through a pile of Manga Comics.
Also, Family Feud Home Version has been playing in the background for the past few days.

But at this point, it's hard to call what remains a Family.

Comics done.

Moving on to hardback computer books.

It's time for them to go.

'God bless you.'

He's doing his banking at the next table over.

He looks near homeless.

So, it could be worse.

These were from an underpass if I remember correctly, I like the weathered black and white pattern, decay

Very much, this last week can be summed up by...

If you aren't going to walk the walk, please do not talk the talk. You said this wasn't your problem to solve. I take you at your word. Please do not try.

Of course, this is the unused part of the exchange, as sometimes I compose my correspondence in advance.

Calm.

Carefree.

I can sense my mind looking for a problem.

It's time to set it on a story.

And this morning, a daemon was born.
Potato Chips.

Hand delivered.

Such a decadence.

As the sounds and smells of cooking surround.

Things are falling left and right in my world.

I attribute it to the changing weather.

At the onset of winter.

Music at 1/8th Speed.

Very Trippy.

I am calmer in a library among others.

The Ghost Monkey Trio.

Music with a self-imposed optical blur.

Many Days Pass

A Tree of Glory.

Shall we call it The Yggdrasil?

I'm moving.

To where I am.

My umbrella just died.

A gust killed it.

Very annoying.

So, a new umbrella?

Or something else?

A wonderful four (or five) house synchronized light music display.

Truly remarkable.

Cops were at the post office.

A drug bust, I thought at first.

Or some kind of contraband.

Turns out the guy was annoyed because a mail truck (I presume) scraped his car.

The current project is Holiday Lights.

Another yard.

Huge.

And a 3-D Light Show.

Short.

But sweet.
- Very sweet.

Now, it's nacho time.

Clearly, I'm making up for lost time in the Diary Entry Department.

Plate lunch at the Jewelry Mart.
Let's learn.

I want the chair as much as anything.

A nice walk.

What more to say?

Sandwich and a donut.

Zombie Fighting Post Apocalypse Shoes.
- "You wear regular cross trainers, it's like putting a target on your back."

Are the Christmas Lights getting more numerous?

A thin layer of snow set the mood, as I walked off to mail the Christmas Packages.
And now, we've got ourselves a Christmas Tree!

Protest as a Project.

Because, why not?

Cops doing a decent business, ticketing folks running red lights.

Another reason not to drive.

They moved the painting I had been studying.

No longer is a bench nearby.

A year later (has it been a year) and I've yet to write that up.

Adopted Chinese Girl comes of age.

Don't be jealous.
- You know who you are.
- She talked like a man.

But it was interesting to watch the interaction between Father and Adopted Daughter.

Who knows?

His life might actually get better.

After all, he doesn't have much to live for.

Sadness pervades.

But that's a really cool 3-D Snowflake.

It's my meager eyes which provide the More-Than Filter.

I don't even want to look at the raw input.

Sparse but satisfying.

Large Get-Togethers do nothing for me.

Neither for most of the participants, either.

He's reading out-loud.

I find his murmuring voice to be soothing.

The Diary Project

Same Old Days