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For Everything There is a Season

Seasons -- what a useful and evocative word. 

We've had a busy season around here recently, with relatives and friends visiting for the Chicago Marathon and the sad passing of a beloved long-time friend. 

The Aurora Borealis from Navy Pier

We met Chef Sarah Grueneberg at Monteverde Restaurant and Pastificio

We visited Michael Jordan at the United Center

We went up to the top of the Hancock Building to the 360 Chicago observatory

Good friends 

Suddenly, it was cold and rainy and we met my cousins at the Sunny Side Up restaurant in Near North

It was absolutely pouring after a beautiful autumn long weekend. So unexpected and jarring.

Beginning a new life season at Belleau Lake

Music Man had been busy transferring data to his new computer and I was reading, so it was late afternoon on his birthday before we knew it. We decided to celebrate in nature, by walking around a local fishing lake. Simple stuff, but also time to talk and ruminate on our world.



This solitary fisherman represents another life season that I see often at this lake -- parents and children together teaching and learning the art of fishery. I decided not to post the photos of children, but the fish must be jumping in the late afternoon since the north end of the lake was rimmed with people fishing, often almost shoulder to shoulder.


We sat at this bench for a while and Music Man caught up on his birthday greetings from social media. Another season perhaps -- one in which we set aside a few minutes to wish family and friends well. It's one of the good things about social media.

Another season is ahead of us. Stay well, friends, and slow down to enjoy the sunsets.





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