The Blog Days of Summer

I saw this lovely lady today waiting for the 18

Sitting at Piece Pizza on Friday night, drinking a stout called Roland the Headless Brewer’s Assistant, I remembered I had a blog and that I must tend to it.

So here I am, friends. Hopefully all two of you haven’t abandoned me.

In the past I have attempted things like this, explaining a longer than usual absence. I won’t do that again, but I will say numbers one and six are particularly amusing from that list.

I’m not sure if the Chicago Botanic Gardens have heard about my wildflower patches on the side of building, but they should watch their backs. Yesterday I completed an impromptu gardening project which included weeding, throwing away an inordinate amount of broken glass and assorted garbage for such small pieces of land, planting a few more flowers, and then ringing it all with some green wire fencing. It’s adorable, well at least not ugly anymore, and this three, maybe four-year-old boy (with family who trailed uncomfortably far behind him) who walked by agreed. We had this exchange, and it’s important to note that there was some sort of delicious bbq wafting from some unknown house at precisely the same moment:

Kid stops dead in his tracks, looks around, and then said to me: What smells so good?

Me: I don’t know, but I noticed it too. Smells good, huh?

Kid: Yeah.

Me: It’s making me hungry.

Kid: Me too.

Then his family caught up with him, and the mom gestured toward me and said to him, “Look she’s making a flower bed. It’s pretty, right?” And her son, totally uninterested, look at me and was like, “yeah” and started walking again, way ahead of his family.

I’m not sure why, but I thought it was one of the funniest conversations I’ve had in a long time. I was like, who in the eff is this kid? He probably has like a union card and a wife.

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