Wednesday, April 27, 2011
So, there's a bomb threat at my building. They evacuated everybody on floors two through four, but apparently I wouldn't be hurt on the 8th floor if the building collapsed. I can see a mass of paramedics, police officers, and fire trucks and some crime scene tape out the front window. Hopefully the police have things under control because they just recalled all of the elevators and told us to stay put over the loud speaker.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
When Mary and I were down at BYU my freshmen year, we noticed a lot of people walking around campus with rolling backpacks. We would often mistake the students lugging roller bags for skateboarders about to hit us and would scurry out of the way, only to find that they weren't skateboarders at all, rather Mormon speedwalkers hauling books in rollerblade handcarts. No matter how many times I heard the sound, it always through me off. These days, I'm the one throwing people off. I have a certain pair of brown shoes with a hard heel that click and clack on hard surfaces so as to make it sound like I'm wearing heels. It's embarrassing. I keep thinking that the sound is somehow masculine, but all I hear is stilettos. Guess I never got the memo. So, I think I either need to get a new pair of brown dress shoes or stop walking through the pedway so I can avoid the stretches of slate and lanes of linoleum.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Maybe it's because I've always had mountains to the east and maybe it's because I always slept in, but I don't feel like I had ever seen a sunrise until I came to Chicago.
They sure are amazing, though. I love waking up to a burnt orange glow emanating through the apartment. The view is only going to get more beautiful once the sailboats repopulate the harbor upon their return from a wintry absence.