Just several not related to each other pictures that I want to share:
Category: everyday life
Vacation!
I am on my way to Helsinki without my work laptop and without any conferences to attend on that side of the pond. I will sleep for seven hours every night, and I will catch up on all my non-work activities, dozens of unanswered emails, unwritten blog posts, and unsubmitted talk proposals.
I will be together with the only person in the world who is allowed to wake up before me and make breakfast. We will go on a little adventure which we planned for a very long time. It won’t look glamorous for anybody but me, but I am very much looking forward to it. And everything will be great, even if the weather will be indeed as miserable as the weather.com says 🙂
Lost And Found
Tuesday was, as it was, the most stressful day of the past week. Tuesdays are typically my “biking before work” days. Now that we are in this short period of early sunrises, I am trying very hard not to miss any of these opportunities. However, that meant going to work a little bit later to make a longer bike ride, and I was debating with myself whether I should cut some time off my already congested day. Finally, I decided that the weather was too nice to miss and that I would get both more energized and more relaxed if I went. So I did.
There is a 2.5-mile ride through the streets before I get to the Lake Front Trial, and when I was almost there (I was just about to make the last turn towards the lake), I suddenly saw a message on my watch: Your keys are no longer near you. Last seen on Farewell… It was a little bit chilly at 5 AM on Tuesday, and I put on a different biking jacket and didn’t pull a zipper all the way up after I got out of the bike room, so somehow, the keys fell off. I didn’t even realize at first that I was already very far away from the keys, and started to walk back, looking down at the road. A minute later it registered to me, that the keys were lost on Farewell, and that ten minutes on the bike on the empty streets would take you very far from your starting point.
I got back on the bike and biked back to where my phone was saying the keys were left, and was imagining all sorts of things that could happen if somebody took them. The phone was showing the keys at the same location, but no guarantee it was the whole case, not just the AirTag. Finally, I reached the turn to Farewell, and when I turned left i immediately saw the case with the keys in the middle of the road! It was a relief, and for a moment I started thinking whether I should go back for a bike ride :). Then I decided that I do not have enough time for anything more than just reaching the Lake Front, and that I can go down to the gym for 20 min.
So I continued my ride home, put my bike back to the bike room, climbed up to my apartment and took the apartment key out. It won’t fit into the lock! I took a look and realized that at least one car went over my key case! The key was badly bended. Several people have my keys, but no one whom I would dare to disturb at 5-40 AM!
i was desperate. I stepped on the key trying to straighten it, and I did it – a little bit. And then, I managed to push it all the way in, and the door was unlocked! I was even able to pull it out, but that was it – I was unable to push it in one more time. Fortunately, I had several extra copies of the apartment key, so I just replaced it.
… when the day started like that, it was very difficult to convince myself that it’s not the end of the world, and the rest of the day will be fine! (spoiler alert – it ended up well!)
Another Crazy Week
Since there was almost no word from me this week, one can imagine that my life was pretty intense. And it was, indeed. It was rather bad for the previous two weeks as well, and this week, things at work continued to be crazy.
Tuesday was especially challenging because, in addition to work, I presented at an online conference. The talk was pre-recorded, but I needed to be there for Q&A, and I also made an effort to listen to other speakers. After work, I had a meetup with Chicago Open Source Data Infrastructure, and the RSVP list was over eighty people, so I had been panicking since the night before.
Also, I am leaving on vacation on Sunday, which is good, but the number of things to be done before I leave is unimaginable! Wish me luck!
Sunday
On Sunday, we had an early celebration of Nadia’s and Kira’s birthdays. Our original plans changed dramatically due to circumstances beyond our control, but the day ended up being so busy that it was probably for good that some things were canceled.
The day included a trip to the Sunday Market, getting the annuals for my balcony, the beach, pizza, presents, and the cake – what could be better!
June is Pride Month!
Sunday
Nothing special happened last Sunday, but the whole day was amazing. I enjoyed each moment, and once again, I couldn’t stop thinking how fortunate I am to live in Rogers Park—there is no other neighborhood like this!
I started my day with a long bike ride. We are at the start of two months of early sunrises, and I do not want to miss any of these mornings!
Even though I left the house before sunrise, a long bike ride was indeed long, and when I came back, it was already 7-15. I just had time to shower, and got out of the house. My plan was to have breakfast at the Common Cup just because I wanted to try it for a while, and I never did. I was not sure how crowded it would be in the morning right before opening, so I ordered in the app while I was on my way there. When I entered the coffee shop, I found that:
- They were just finishing my order.
- There was nobody inside. except for myself.
I sat down with my cappuccino and my quiche and enjoyed. My next stop would be at Glenwood Sunday Market, and I still have some time to spare. Several customers would come in and out, both for takeaway and dining-in, but the place was still far from being crowded. I walked to the counter to ask were is the garbage – I could not spot it around me. A person at the counter was taking an order, and just as I started asking, a customer turned to me, and I saw that it was our Alderwomaan Maria Hadden! It was unexpected (her office is just the next door, but it was Sunday!), so I was like: Oh, hi, Alderwoman Hadden! And she was: Oh, you are looking for a garbage? Let me show you! And she led me to the opposite side of the caffee, where the garbage can was. I asked her: are you going to the same place as we all are going? And she said: yes, of course, to the market!
I walked to the marked fifteen minutes before opening. Everything was set up, and nice, and fresh, and the sun was bright, and it felt like a holiday.
Shortly, the opening ceremony started, and all of the officials talked about how our Glenwood market is a thing they are bragging about, and how it is a center of community, and people get together there, etc.
And then the ribbon was cut, and the bell rang, and people disbursed to their favorite vendors. I went to the south corner of the market to check in with my favorite all-natural popsicle makers:
And then got my flowers!
Now until the end of October, I have no problem having fresh buquiets every week!
That was enough to make it a perfect day. The rest of the day just rolled!
Books
guess I should comment on “why five stars,” but somehow, I find it very challenging to say something about this book. It feels way too personal. For the past thirty-six years, I have shared my life with a person who has been experiencing a gradual but inescapable vision decline. Too many situations described in this book are painfully familiar. I gave this book to my husband to listen to, and his reaction was: if I read it twenty years ago…
This book is really important for people who have just started to experience vision decline because it helps them understand that they are not the first person experiencing this pain and that there is a “life after.” It is equally important to those who do not have much knowledge about vision-related disabilities. It talks about different gradations of declining vision (for many people, it is “blind-not blind” without understanding a million different degrees of vision decline and how important it is to have at least some residual vision). Also, it talks about how a regular person can assist blind and low-vision people around them (it’s frustrating how much well-meaning people are unaware of the proper ways to help a blind person find a way around). I hope that people will read it 🙂
Tamara Pietkiewicz Memoires (part II)
I read the first part of this Memoires many years ago, and then I could not find the second part in an audio format. My friends made an amazing Christmas gift for me, narrating this book and assembling it together. I was very happy back then. Now, I look at the names, and I feel sad knowing how many of them are not my friends anymore. I do wonder a lot about what I have missed and why I haven’t seen what I should have seen. In many cases, everything was predictable, but not for all of them.
In any case, I wanted to listen to this book again, and when I learned that a professional narration is now available, I bought it right away.
It felt, needed, like a new book. Now, that I am almost constantly reflecting on my family past and my own past, that I am trying to find “where it went wrong,” the things I didn’t pay attention to ten years ago, stand out. It feels especially striking, because the events Tamara Pietkiewicz happened in the later 40s – 50s, when all of these events were so recent….
In chronological order:
- “Nothing was wrong before 1937.” Given her family history, she should have known better. Still, “37” sounds like a secret handshake for former prisoners. As if nobody was imprisoned or exiled before that.
- Her vacationing on occupied territories. When I recall being at the same places for vacations, it makes me cringe. If there can be any excuse for me, I was a teenager, I was born forty years later, and I was visiting these places twenty-five or thirty years later. Thus, my questions are:
- How could she “enjoy Lithuania” at the time when the Forest Brothers were still actively resisting? How could she “feel welcomed?”
- She was in the Carpathian Mountains. My forever love, love with tears in my eyes, and with eternal hope that one day ai will be back. In 1976, I visited all the same little villages and big towns she visited. Even being a complete idiot as I was, I could not not notice the difficulty with which the local people talked to us; I could not not feel that they would rather not talk. I felt 100% in a foreign country. Even knowing only a very brief history of this land, switching hands every dozen years for several hundred years, I could only think: poor country! Poor people! How much they had to suffer, and there is no end to it.
- Her working with blind people. The episode when blind people tell her that they do not want to be helped (I would add: they are often helped the wrong way). They tell her that feeling independent is very important for them, For which Tamara Pietkiewicz says that “they should allow others to feel good about themselves.”
I understand that she was “a product of society,” but still…
I started this book several times, and I would put it away to switch to something everybody was buzzing about. I finally finished it last week. I want to say that it felt incomplete, but having how long it took me to read it, it might be very well my fault. Also, I read a lot of historical books in between, so by the time I finished it, I mostly got the facts from other sources. I guess the idea of the book was to be a gigantic observation, and it was not supposed to end with a firm and detailed conclusion…
… Until I Get Tired Of It
Georgia O’Keeffe Exhibit
I just mentioned it briefly, but I wanted to write about it “properly.” Not even to write – there is not much to say about it except that it is marvelous, but just to show the pieces I admired the most. And I am sure I will visit this exhibit many-many times…


