Day 17: Missing Turtle

In my second year of living in Chicago, I discovered that my dwelling, once again, was located near a giant cemetery. My roommate, who had grown up in the neighborhood, told me about it. And boy did she give a great review!

"The cemetery is really pretty! It's huge - and there are several large ponds. It's really beautiful and peaceful there."

I needed no further convincing.

My older sister was coming into town for a brief visit, what better bonding activity than exploring an estate housing hundreds of dead people?! Having known me my whole life, such a suggestion sparked hardly any reaction from her, "cool, let's do it. I've never been there before."

So my sister and I, along with my best friend Josh, set out to explore this magnificent cemetery.

As we neared the entrance we spotted what looked like a missing poster, attached to a pole on the side of the road. Upon closer investigation, we saw it was indeed a missing poster, but not the kind we anticipated.

"Oohh, that's so sad!" we collectively murmured, each imagining the child the turtle must belong to.

The cemetery was now directly in front of us - and it looked Beautiful! We eagerly entered, looking everywhere to make sure we didn't miss anything (at least I did). 

We'd only walked a short distance when we all stopped in our tracks. We could see the first pond just up ahead, which may have made our discovery all the more sad.

On the ground before us we saw a turtle shell, an empty turtle shell.

 

Immediately our minds went to the Missing poster we saw on our way in . . .

 

 

   . . . I think we found the missing turtle . . .

Day 16: Trapped

And now, part one of a three-part spooky series . . .

In the first year that I lived in Chicago I sublet an apartment near a large cemetery. Actually, now that I think about it, I've lived near cemeteries on several occasions . . .

Anywho, I would always pass by on my way to work. In the spring and summertime it always looked so beautiful inside with the lush green grass, blooming flowers, and sun warmly shining. 

One particular afternoon, I was so taken with beauty of the day I took note of the open hours posted on the gate. 

"I'm going to come back and take a nice stroll through, sometime." 

Mere days later, I did! It was close to 3pm when I passed through the open gates, noting my fast approaching time restriction. 'I'll just make it a short walk,' I thought to myself.

As I explored the cemetery I took in all of the headstones, drawn to the largest and oldest looking. It was pretty cool to see what the oldest date I could find was, and observe the most popular names of times past. My wandering took me deep into the property. "Whoa, this place is bigger than I thought!"

Time check - 3:30pm

 "Better start heading back so I'm out before it closes." I began walking back, still taking in all of the plots as I pass. Ooh, this one has nice flowers. Wow, that one looks like it hasn't been visited in decades.

 After a short time, I see a grounds truck pass by on the nearby service road.

"Uh-oh, I'd better hurry." I kick my walking speed up several notches and focus solely on getting to the exit. As I get closer and closer my stomach starts to tighten, the gate isn't open anymore . . .

And I can't see the truck anywhere!

I follow the path around a few more turns, the entrance gate finally coming into full view.

It is definitely closed.

Panic starts to creep up. "What the heck?!" I check my watch - 3:47pm. "It's not even 4 o'clock yet! Did that guy seriously lock me in?!!" 

I walked a few paces more and the truck finally came into view, no longer hidden behind the building at the entrance.

The truck door opened.  "I was waiting for you!" the groundskeeper called out cheerfully.

WHEW. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I wasn't going to have to climb the fence to try to escape!

And with that, he opened the gate and I exited the cemetery, back to the land of the living.

Day 15: Coffee & Donuts

The idea that coffee and donuts go together was seared into my brain when I was a small child. It's doesn't matter that this pairing came solely from media, facts are facts regardless of where they come from!
[We'll leave this notion to be addressed at a different time.]

Having no first hand experience (or second or third hand, for that matter) with this legendary combination, you can imagine my thrill when I witnessed it for the first time. Or should I say, when I witnessed another person witnessing it for the first time.

It was 2011 and I was inside a Dunkin' Donuts/Baskin Robbins shop, enjoying some ice cream with a friend. A family comes in - mom, dad, kid - and orders, then sits down to wait for their items. 

Moments later, a police officer walks in and goes to the counter to place his order.

"Hi, can I get two chocolate glazed donuts and a large coffee?"

'OH MY GOSH!!' 

The dad exclaims as he hops out of his seat. 'You're a cop - and you're ordering coffee and donuts!' 

 

 

The real-life fulfillment of a media stereotype was almost too much for the dad to take. He could not believe what he was seeing in front of him  - and neither could I!!!

Day 14: Half Baked

One evening I was talking to my sister on the phone and she told me she was about to enjoy a half baked pie and ice cream.

Mmm, yummy! But . . . why didn't she want to eat a fully baked pie . . . ?

No! Not a half-baked pie!!

HALF OF a baked pie!

My oh my - some things really get lost in translation. Use incorrect grammar or punctuation and the thought takes on a whole different meaning!

Don't believe me? Just ask the Grandpa with the cannibalistic family.

[Let's eat, Grandpa! Let's eat Grandpa!!!]

Day 13: Cupid Sighting

SPOTTED - Cupid on the Broadway bus.

 

Watch out ladies and gents, this not so chubby cherub is getting to work early this year! And I wasn't the only one who noticed - note the other phones documenting.

Seems a little strange that he'd choose to ride the CTA over flying . . . but it is winter in Chicago. I guess that also explains the red sweatsuit . . .

He fluttered off the bus, scattering Love Dust as he went. Right after, the bus stopped to pick up a woman in a motorized wheelchair . . . who immediately got stuck in the snow on the sidewalk trying to get to the bus door. It took the bus driver and 3 other passersby to get her unstuck and lifted onto the bus.

Moral of the ride: Love is Everywhere . . . ?

Day 12: Gyoza Knows Best

While quickly preparing some frozen gyoza and thinking about the resistance I have towards using social media for my coaching business, I had an important realization. 

I feel resistance and negative judgement towards it because . . . I don't really understand how to use it!

When was I born, 1920?! 

. . . I guess it's just never been a strong interest in my life.

 
As I looked down I spotted a giant 'S' on the plate. I viewed it as if it were my superhero symbol, confirming my next steps and future success.

Ok, I can learn whatever I need! Now, time to eat!

Well. . . eventually. Those suckers got really firm in the microwave and refused to release the paper towel.

I guess gyozas just be like that. 

....but I think that's normal, there's no way I could have done anything wrong ......

Day 11: Haircut

I've been thinking about getting a haircut, lately. Like, chopping my moderately-long hair all off with a short cut.

Yeah but, why does she slick her hair back EVERY day, though?

I was so tickled by the thought of getting a short haircut and slicking it back as my styling choice (once, let alone every day), that I was compelled to capture it. 

. . . Perhaps it's something to consider . . . I think I'll have to work up to it, though. Maybe starting with a bob . . .