This is not my usual fare, I know. But I was in the Chicago area this weekend to celebrate the upcoming grand opening of my daughter and her family’s new business. They held a private opening for family and friends, which we were fortunate to be able to attend. The french doors in the back of the show room open to a state-of-the-art kitchen where their chef will give cooking classes and more. The place is beautiful and my kids have done it all. They took a large, empty store front space and turned it into this! Many years in the making but finally they are seeing their dream come to fruition. If you are in the Chicago area (northwestern suburbs, Palatine to be exact) drop in and see them, book a party, or purchase some really cool and useful kitchen utensils and gadgets. Needless to say, I am proud of Mica, John and Jacob!
Dreamy Landscapes on a Dreary Day
As you know, if you read my earlier post, I’m a bit hampered when it comes to writing/blogging these days. Since “upgrading” from a plaster cast to a more functional brace however, I am able to navigate with more ease and typing is at least possible. (I’ve discovered the “overdo it” point, too.) As before stated (last post), I shot some pretty neat photos (blindfolded, with one hand tied behind my back, haha, or so it felt!) and decided to share them with you. I shot this album entirely along I-80 between Chicago, IL, and Cleveland, OH, on a cold, overcast day as we were returning home to get my disabled arm tended to. Enjoy.
These shopped photos are quite a departure from what I usually produce. There is a lesson here! Sometimes an occurrence/event/experience/whatever can actually be the door that opens us to seeing, hearing, doing something delightful and life-enhancing we never would have considered before. Hope you enjoy the photos. 🙂
- Day 89: Dreamy Clouds (miphone365.wordpress.com)
- Dreamy (julialinn.com)
unexpected hiatus! just when i return to blogging!!!!
Oy vey. . . am typing this “hunt & peck” method with one hand….sigh. In a bizarre accident, i ended up in ER in chicago area 10 mins after arriving at my daughter’s place. i was drugged, arm was casted past elbow, and trip was cut short. back home. mri scheduled, and specialist. I’m somewhat out of commission for a while. following is photo i shot while heading back to ohio…one hand, auto focus, 70+ mph! take care all. i’ll be back when i can.
One Small Step (Written over a year ago….then lost amongst all the other unpublished drafts in my folder!)
As you who read my blog know, I was recently in Chicago to meet my infant grandson and help my youngest daughter and her partner as they acclimated to their new roles as parents. Those of you who have the pleasure of being grandparents know how exciting and frightening those first few days can be. From fumbling with diapers, to getting up with every gurgle, grunt and groan that emits from the wee one, to simply gazing in awe at this new life your children have brought forth, the first days of a person’s life is a wonder to behold. Of course, knowing the demands that await these two loving parents, my job was to give them the space they needed to enjoy the newness of parenthood. Washing clothes or dishes, offering encouraging words, or simply holding Eli so my daughter could have a few minutes for self pampering, all of it was a labor of love for Mary, Eric, and little Elijah.
Beyond the pragmatic though, were moments of contemplation. As I studied Eli’s face, or felt the tug of his little fingers on my pinky, or massaged his tiny feet (he likes that!) I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of world Eli would inherit from us. These insular moments of infancy where all of his needs would be provided for, where nurture was abundant, where his world consisted of his parents and himself with the rest of us orbiting about from time to time, would soon enough give way to the broader world of scraped knees and hurt feelings. Would the bigger world be kind to Eli? Would he weather the storms to eventually become a man of strength and honor? Heady questions for such a little one, but at times the thoughts crossed my mind.
Too soon I had to return home. As much as I loved spending time with this precious family, I missed my husband. Before long it would be time to start preparing for Passover. We are nearing the closing date on the purchase of our new home and I needed to start packing . . . again. My daughter and I shared tears as I left. She tugged at my heartstrings. After all, she is my baby. Her tears were those of a new mother who wanted her mother to stay just a tad longer. I knew in those moments though, something she was still unsure of, that she and Eric were fine parents and would do well without me. I was no longer needed there. The tears were an expression of love on both of our parts.
As I boarded the train into Chicago, my heart was now beating for home. Later that day, as I boarded the Megabus that would take me back to Cleveland, I noticed that there was an unusually large number of boarders for this trip. Instead of having a seat to myself to stretch out and relax, or to read or work on final projects for class, I was relegated to tucking my backpack under my seat and holding purse, camera, coat, and travel pillow in my lap as a total stranger took the seat next to me. It was going to be an uncomfortable six hour trip for sure. To top it off, the man who sat next to me was a Muslim. I am Jewish. Oy . . . All I could think of was that he would probably give me grief if or when he found out my identity. Oh well. I would make the best of it. This was the first time I had ever traveled by Megabus where we were packed in like sardines.
Soon after the bus pulled out and we were headed back home, the young man next to me opened up a package of cookies and offered me a cookie.
“No thank you,” I replied.
“I apologize for having to take up your space,” he offered in a soft voice.
“No problem” said I.
“Do you come to Chicago very often?” he pursued.
“When I can. My daughters live here. What about you?”
“This is my first time here. Chicago is a beautiful city.”
Detecting an accent, I asked, “Where is your home?”
“Istanbul, Turkey. Have you ever been there?”
“No, afraid not.”
It didn’t take long for the conversation to get around to religion. Maybe he noticed that I wore a cap, or maybe he was just curious. He volunteered that he was Muslim, Sunni to be exact.
“Are you a religious person?” he asked.
“Yes, I am. Jewish. Orthodox” I replied.
By now I was uneasy but I was not going to shy away from the fact that my Jewishness defines who I am and how I live in this world.
The conversation continued for the remainder of the trip. For six hours we discussed our beliefs, our similarities, our differences, our families and customs. For six hours we laughed, at moments treading softly not knowing how the other would respond. I questioned Muslim practices that to me seemed strange, and he did the same with me concerning Jewish observances. Always respectful, Ibrihim appeared to relish the discussion as much as I did. We talked about prayer and what our different prayers meant to us, about our holy writings and their importance in our lives. We talked about the differences of growing up in the US versus life for him in Turkey. Respect of one’s elders (he nodded to me when he spoke about this) was of utmost importance and how it pained him to see such disrespect in this country. I questioned him on the things I read about the treatment of women in that part of the world. We tiptoed around the tensions in the middle east. Yet, despite a little unease on that subject, he was the one who concluded that I must return to Israel, the homeland of the Jews. He was the one who observed that my soul would always be restless till the day I set foot in our land.
The hours flew by. I learned a lot on this trip home from Chicago. When we arrived at our destination, he thanked me for being such a gracious seat partner on our journey. I wished him well in his studies and his future endeavors, then he disappeared into the crowd. As I stepped off the bus (midnight) my husband was there to greet me. And I was full of news about our newest grandchild, Elijah. I was glad to be back home. I was thrilled to fill “Zaide” in on all the details about Elijah. But I would not forget about my trip back from Chicago, either.
Now, days later, I am encouraged about the world that Elijah will inherit. There are no guarantees in life, no way of knowing what will be. But I am reassured of what is possible. When Jew and Muslim can talk there is hope. Certain segments of society will never sit down to the negotiating table. I know that. And as long as rockets are being lobbed into Israel (daily they fall on Israel!) how can there be talk of peace? On the other hand, when common people can talk about their similarities and differences, there is hope. And that gives me hope for our precious Elijah and the world he will inherit.
- On being Jewish abroad… (teddynykiel.wordpress.com)
- In an Ocean of Islamic Hatred We Discovered True Friends (jewishpress.com)
Weekly Photo Challenge: Urban
Chicago! My Kind Of Town!!!
Chicago is a beautiful city. Everytime I visit, I am taken with its architectural grandeur and energy. I was there this past week to visit with my children and help my youngest daughter as she adjusted to life as a mother (first child!) Time with my children and grandchildren is always precious.
On my return trip, while waiting at the stop for the Megabus to arrive, I couldn’t resist the urge to pull out my camera and start shooting. These are all taken from a vantage point across the street from Union Station on Canal Street. Enjoy. 🙂
Where Have I Been? Where Am I Going?
The title of this post could suggest some really deep, ponderous thoughts and provocative responses. But, it is not so complicated as all of that. Since folks have begun to ask where I’ve been (I haven’t been up to my usual blog-hopping activities), I thought it might be nice to give you a quick run down of what is going on in my neck of the blog-o-sphere!
Where have I been?
1. My head has been buried in the books for the past eight weeks. I continue to plug away at this degree in mental health counseling, and the deeper I get into the program, the more demanding the coursework becomes. This quarter I’ve been immersed in abnormal psychology (fascinating subject but it makes me wonder about my sanity that I enjoy the subject so much!) and group psychotherapy (another interesting subject.) Keeping up with course requirements in these two classes has been a challenge, but I’ve learned a lot. The good news is that I am down to the last two weeks of the quarter! After that, I will have three weeks vacation before the next quarter begins. You will see me much more during that break as I will be stopping by your places to see what you have been up to, too. I’ve missed you all. Thank you to those who have continued to stop by even though I haven’t returned the favor. In a couple of weeks I plan to remedy that situation. 🙂
2. We are buying a house! Not just any house, but a sweet bungalow that is just the right size for the two of us, small enough to be easy to care for, large enough to have family and friends stay over from time to time. Once we have possession of our new home, I’ll post a photo or two. I like bungalows. 🙂
3. We have a new addition to the family! His name is Elijah, and he is the first child of my youngest daughter. Elijah was born on Friday, March 2. I will be heading over there tomorrow and will be staying for a bit. My daughter had a C-section because little Eli was breach. But Momma, Pappa and baby are fine, healthy and happy. 🙂
Where am I going?
1. I am leaving for Chicago tomorrow for a bit. I’ll be spending my time caring for this sweet family, and finishing up my school quarter. If I disappear altogether for the next two weeks you will know why! BUT, when I return, I am sure to have plenty to blog about. 🙂
2. Registering for my next quarter, ordering textbooks, doing some research, etc. I may have a break from my courses, but I’m still a student! Oy. . .
3. Packing . . . again . . . to move into our new house (hopefully sometime in April).
So much for where I’ve been and where I’m going. I am not ignoring you, and I fully plan to be back in a routine at some point in the future, hopefully sooner than later. Thanks again for stopping in to see how things are going. Have a great week.
- Favorite Momma (makingmonkeysoup.com)
- In the Moment (grownandflown.com)
Five Question Friday: January 6, 2012
Hello friends! I hope your Friday is getting off to a good start. Here we are at the first 5QF of the new year! Enjoy reading, and then if you like, answer the questions in the comment area of this post. Or better yet, click on the badge which will take you to the site where I pick up the questions, copy and post to your blog and start a discussion there. If there is a question you don’t particularly like, strike it out and make up your own. (I’ve done that a few times as many of you know.) So let’s get started! 🙂
1. What is the weather like where you are and do you like it?
Love the photo ops, not so crazy about the cold!
2. When you’re sick what do you seek comfort from?
In my case, the question is ‘who’ do I seek comfort from? My husband! He is the best ‘nurse’ in the world!!! (Sorry Mom, but it’s true. What can I say?) Richard’s mother was a nurse and she passed on her nursing expertise to her son. I am the beneficiary! Thank you Mrs. Rogow. 🙂 Richard hovers over me, making sure I have enough blankets, brings me advil or tylenol for fevers and aches, makes sure there is plenty of water by my bedside, checks on me regularly to make sure I have everything needed to stay as comfortable as possible. No matter how hard I try, I have been unable to match his skills when he is sick.
3. What do you need to do before the end of the month?
Oh my. I will let you know after I open up my course syllabuses later today. My “to do” list will be centered around course work for the next ten weeks. (Week 9 will have the added anticipation of my youngest daughter’s due date for her first child! Yes, I’m heading to Chicago for that regardless of end-of-the-quarter deadlines!)
4. Have you ever served on a jury?
As a matter of fact, yes I have. I’ve been called for jury duty three times, and a fourth time I requested out due to religious holidays. Personally I consider jury duty a civic responsibility willingly serve when called. The only exception thus far was due to a religious holiday observance (I think it was Passover; can’t remember for sure.)
5. If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?
This is an easy one. Since I was a little girl I thought it would be great fun to be an otter.
Why? Because of all the animals I saw that day years ago at the zoo, the otters seemed to be the ones who were having the most fun. If you google otters, you will see that they make everything they do into a game or play activity. And they love the water, as do I! In my youth I was a life guard in several different places, and it just makes sense that if I come back as an animal, it has to be a animal that loves to play in the water! What fun!
**Jury Duty Summons and Sea Otters are Wikipedia Images.
- Jury Duty (oldmdgirl.blogspot.com)
- FIRED FOR JURY DUTY: Woman Sues Former Employer (blippitt.com)
- Summonded for Jury Duty (cottonwoodaz.wordpress.com)
- Why does the jury have to be interviewed before jury duty (wiki.answers.com)
Weekly Photo Challenge: Between
I’m a little late this week but better late than never! I don’t know why I didn’t think of these photos before, but my trip to Chicago this fall provided lots of “between” photo ops! Here are a few!
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Between (adventurewriter.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Between (shomabhagwat.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Between – 3 (katharinetrauger.wordpress.com)
- Balance: Weekly Photo Challenge (Between) (suvesabun.wordpress.com)
Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows
I am in Chicago for a few days visiting my daughters and their families. I arrived in the windy city around sunrise Sunday morning. My daughter’s partner picked me up at Union Station (you really ought to travel by MegaBus at least once! Great fun!) but instead of going straight back to their apartment, we did a little sight-seeing first. Chicago on a Sunday morning at sunrise, empty streets, wonderful colors, fantastic architecture . . . and Marilyn . . . is awesome! I was not thinking about this challenge when I was shooting, but early this morning as I was going through the photos, I thought this would fit the bill. Enjoy! (and I’ll throw in a few of Marilyn as a bonus! :-))
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows (judichow.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Dragon Window (privatemixture.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows (theplaceswevebeen.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows (3rdculturechildren.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge – Windows (runningnakedwithscissors.wordpress.com)
- Weekly photo challenge: Windows (jmsimpson.wordpress.com)
- Weekly photo challenge – Windows (40again.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows (beijingcityphoto.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows (curlybookworm.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows (findfocus.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows ~ Haiga; Open Window (19planets.wordpress.com)
- Chicago, Here I Come! (girlmeetsbulgaria.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows (tapestryoflife.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Wonder (smkelly8.wordpress.com)