Close Call

Before I leave my house, I check online to see when the next bus is due to arrive. The times are always estimations, but they are nearly fairly accurate. I find that certain stops, in certain directions, are more timely than others. I have been house sitting this past week, and went out to catch the bus. Knowing the estimated time of arrival could be a little off in this neck of the woods, I planned so I would have about a 5 minute wait at the bus stop.

As I was closing the gate behind me, I looked down the street to see if anyone else was waiting at the bus stop. I squinted my eyes as recognition hit me like a ton of bricks: the bus was there! Quickly I had to decide if I should make a run for it. As my pulse quickened, a guy five houses down from me started running for it but the bus roared off without us.

Sigh.

Okay, next plan. 1) Check phone for alternate routes to destination. 2) Go to bus stop and text Bus Tracker for the next estimated arrival time. Maybe I can wait it out. 3) Try out bakery on corner?

I make it to the bus stop, text Bus Tracker, and then start searching for alternate routes. I don't have much time to play with here. As I'm contemplating an 8 minute walk to another bus that may or may not be early, I receive a text from my good friend Bus Tracker. It said the bus was "DUE and 20 minutes". Yeah yeah, "DUE" happened 4 minutes ago. So lame. Can I really wait 20 minutes? Is it time to taxi?

I look up to see what the taxi flow looks like, and here comes a bus! A magic bus! A bus I needed at that very moment! Gasp! This is amazing!

The bus driver sees me. He slows down. As he pulls up to the curb I notice something shiny. A dime! Ohhh... a dime! I bend down to retrieve it. The bus doors open. I can't pick up the dime. It's difficult. The cement is bumpy; I don't want to ruin my manicure. I sweep the dime off the curb and into my hand. Yes! Bus doors are closing. NOOOO!!!! I stand up, and pound on the doors. They open. I climb aboard and the bus driver says, "I thought your disappeared."

Yeah, well, um, see, there was this dime...

Lurie Garden

I need to go here: (Link to article I wrote.)

Not only do I need to go there, but I want someone to go with. Anyone want to fly in for the weekend? Let me know soon, I'm contemplating going after church on Sunday.

St. Patrick's Day

There is one thing I've been dying to experience in Chicago: the dyeing of the river. (Pun unintended. If you thought it was intended, please take that intent of intention right out of your mind. Thank you.)

So apparently they sprinkle some orange powder in the river which turns yellow and then green. I suspect Tang. 

This is the stirring boat. It came along and zig zagged and swooshed and swirled to get the Tang all mixed up and looking like green jello.

Green jello. Delicious. 

Happy St. Patrick's Day! We happened along these fellows, so how could we not stop and take a pic? They were basically asking for it, however they seemed genuinely surprised that we wished to take our picture with them. Duuuh. When you go to Disneyland, you take your picture with all the characters, right? Right. Same concept.

Pulaski Day

Happy Pulaski Day!

Yeah, that's right, Pulaski Day is a real thing.

The City of Chicago commemorates it by allowing school children a free day, and also by making pastries. I tried the Chocolate and Bavarian Creme Paczki. Let me just tell you, it was delish. Paczki is pronounced "Poonch-key". The sticker on the package said, "Not just another jelly donut!" and they are so completely correct. It may look like a jelly donut, but it is soooo much better than that. Oh man, it was fabulous.

Maybe they should start making these for Sweetest Day.

My Bed the Storage Unit

I decided it was time to wash my sheets. They are currently in the washing machine, swishing around and around, but before they got in there I had to dig them out.

I had a large collection of things that had taken up residence on top of my sheets. Are you ready for what I found? I sure hope so, because I'm about to list them.

• A pair of pajamas
• Two sweaters that were both worn for under 2 hours
• A pair of jeans
• Four books
• A cookbook
• Two journals
• Two envelopes with credit card offers
• A newspaper
• One Bible
• One Book of Mormon (from a different set)
• Four magazines
• A receipt

So here I sit, waiting for my laundry and staring at my pile of stuff. I should probably find a place for it all, but they each seemed so happy nestled in my bed,  that maybe I'll just put them back from whence they came.