Category: everyday life

Health Updates

After my biking accident and the doctor’s appointment a week later, the x-ray results came earlier than I expected – on Sunday. The results stated I had a fracture with minor displacement. On Monday (June 11), the doctor whom I saw on Friday called me with “I told you!” message and sent me to the orthopedic doctor. That doctor took yet another bunch of x -rays and said that he did not see any fracture and I did not need to wear a splinter, wait for this whole thing to heal, and come back in three weeks.

Because of my travel and the holidays, I ended up going back only today. Both my left thumb and the left index finger hurt to some degree when I was doing something with my left hand, including applauding at the concerts, and overall, I was not convinced that I didn’t have a fracture. But just a couple of days before this last visit to the doctor, I started to feel much better, so they said everything was fine and I do not need to come anymore unless I want some special hand therapy. I am not going to waste my time on that.

The last mom’s physical therapy session was at the beginning of June, and I told our physical therapist that I was going to do all the exercises he prescribed to my mom. So that’s what I am planning to do because my left thumb still bends only a halfway in comparison to the right one 🙂

Finding Nature

On Saturday, I did what I had planned to do for a very long time: I took Metra to Chicago Botanic Garden. I love the Botanic Garden, and I often went there when I lived in Palatine, but taking public transport there appeared to be not as easy as I initially thought.
There is a bus from Howard, but it takes a relatively long time and does not run on Sundays. And in any case, I feel extremely dizzy when I ride on a bus for a long time. As for Metra, I knew that I would need to walk fon the station to the Botanic Garden, and I could not decide whether I should take a bike with me or walk, and ended up not going at all.
Finally, I decided to choose a day when I would go, and that day was July 1.
I took a train from Ogilvie after my escorting shift; it was drizzling most of the day, but didn’t pore, so I kept walking.
The most exciting part, however, was that I found the Forest Preserve! While it takes more than twenty minutes to get to the garden entrance, the Forest Preserve is right there, you get off the train, and here you are!

The pleasure of walking the trail in the woods was even more than seeing the familiar sites of the Botanic Garden (although the Garden was great!)

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Thoughts On What’s Happening…

SCOTUS decisions … I do not even want to talk about it. During my escort shift on Saturday, we talked about what happened last week, and the verdict was unanimous: we don’t know what was worse; every day was just new craziness. However, I think that the end of affirmative action is the worst. I don’t know what universities will do. I do not know how in the world these judges could think it was a great idea… How were they thinking?!

… upon returning from Finland, I started to go to the beach each time I worked from home. Same as last summer, it is a most satisfying relaxation, even if for a very short time. Most days, the Park District Day Camp is out there. Each time, I pass a large group of eight-nine-year-olds playing in the sand, splashing in the water, building castles, hugging and piggy-backing, all skin colors mixed – a perfect emblem of Rogers Park. I hope these beach memories will stay with them for the rest of their lives…

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So, the recent events didn’t bring Ukraine back to the front pages… They brought Russia to the focus of attention. Since the start of the war, I have become used to the adverse reaction to the fact that I am Russian. These reactions subsided through the last year, but on Saturday, I had it again: “You are dangerous; what are you guys doing?” I replied to the effect that “it’s them, not us,” because I do not want to be associated with the fight between two evils. Maybe I am not expressing it clearly, but I would be instead blamed for Russian aggression toward Ukraine than the mutiny and what’s not. I am sad that people focus more on Russian internal affairs than the war. 

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We had heavy rain for most of the weekend, but especially today, and our gym flooded again! Less damage that time, but still…

And working on the book – lots of tedious tiny things…

Small Home Improvement

Did you ever think that a small rolling desk would be so useful in the kitchen?! Boris was hesitant to get this one (he uses it for work when he needs peace and quiet and the house is occupied by our granddaughters, but I told him if he gets it, I know very well how I am going to use it!

Yes, I know that people these days do everything from their phones, but I still prefer to consult my recipes using a bigger screen!

Artists Of The Wall 2023

There are at least two people I know who can tell the story of the Artists of the Wall annual event better than I do. The only thing I can say is that I love this annual celebration of people’s creativity, and I really really liked a lot of this season’s works.

Last Wednesday, when I visited my mom, I went to see the new paintings, and I think I took pictures of all of them – you can see them here.

And here are some of y favorites:

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This Week In Chicago

Although I arrived on Saturday and, technically speaking, could attend the Pride Parade, it was not on my mental list, so I ended up not going there. Instead, I tried to catch up with tons of little things and was petty successful with that.

Some Pride in Rogers Park:

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When The Bike Is Slow

Now, I have five bikes in total: thee in Chicago and two in Helsinki. Bois asked me a couple of months ago whether I am interested in a new bike with disk brakes: they were on sale. I said – sure, and he got a bike for me. Meanwhile, the biking season in Chicago was in full swing, and I encountered a problem: my new bike, which I purchased last fall, was slow. Boris kept telling me that I was making things up and it was just the start of the season, and I was a little bit slower than I was at the end of the last one, but the Apple Watch told me otherwise.

When I dropped my new bike for the tune-up, I asked to check what could be wrong and is it possible that the brakes were too tight.

They said that there was nothing wrong, but I didn’t believe them. On the day when I was going to pick up this bike from the shop, I also dropped my old bike for a checkup. Having both bikes right here, I demonstrated the difference in the speed the wheels were spinning. Then one of the shop workers started to look closer. After twenty minutes of exploring the situation, he found the culprits:

He explained that these extra rubber rings were there to prevent water from getting inside (I am not sure what :)), but they were slowing down the axis. After he removed them and tuned the brakes, I got the difference right away! Now I can bike even faster than at the end of the last season!

And my new bike in Helsinki is a real beast! Even though i Helsinki, it’s almost constantly up/down hill, I still get around fasted than in Chicago!

I biked twice so far, once in a rain, and it was fine as well, and my “salamandra skin” worked great. Actually, this time around, when it was very hot during my first bike ride and cold and windy during my second time, it really proved being a second (and better!) skin!

Saturday Morning

On my departure day, I went biking early in the morning, and first time dared to venture from the bike path into the Loop (there is very little traffic thee Saturday morning, and I decided I needed to start from something!)

Passports Disaster

I am on my way to Helsinki, but not the way it was planned – I am flying on my own. As I mentioned, the last two weeks were one emotional roller coaster. Here is a complete story of our passport disaster.

John’s and Nadia’s passports were good to travel in June, but Anna’s passport had expired, and Kira didn’t have one yet. Anna applied for both passports in February, not even thinking that she might need expedited processing, starting the whole thing sixteen weeks before the trip.

However, that was when everybody started to apply for passports and the current backlog had started. When the passports didn’t return in May, Anna started jokingly saying that she and Kira might need to travel to Chicago for an emergency appointment. When the passports were still not there two weeks before the departure date, she tried to apply for an emergency appointment only to realize that no appointments were available before the departure day!

That’s when we all started panicking. Anna called her Congresswoman, and her office promised help. Meanwhile, Anna called every day to see whether there would be any cancellations, but even when she would catch one, while she was on hold for another representative. 

On Wednesday, she came to Chicago to try to get in without an appointment, but they won’t let her in. Her Congresswoman’s office told her that they were supposed to get a callback on Monday, but they didn’t, and they don’t know why. Anna decided to try to get an appointment for a later date (she found another time during summer when everybody could go), and was able to get one for the two-week later date.

We decided it was better to go later in summer than not at all, and Anna spent another two hours on the phone exchanging the tickets. I decided to still go now (I just made the trip shorter) and booked another ticket for later. Just after we were done with all of these exchanges, Anna’s Congresswoman’s office called to inform her that they got an appointment for her on Friday!

We had yet another several very emptional hours. It turned out that while I could easily restore my original trip, Anna’s original tickets doubled in price. Even though I suggested a crazy idea of making this wish come true, there was a risk – what if the passports would still be delayed? What if something went wrong?

Anna and John decided to keep the new dates but still used this Friday’s appointment. Then, Anna had a last-minute realization that Nadia’s passport won’t be good for travel in August, so she needed to make the new one for her as well. 

I am on my way to Helsinki, but not the way it was planned – I am flying on my own. As I mentioned, the last two weeks were one emotional roller coaster. Here is a complete story of our passport disaster.

John’s and Nadia’s passports were good to travel in June, but Anna’s passport had expired, and Kira didn’t have one yet. Anna applied for both passports in February, not even thinking that she might need expedited processing, starting the whole thing sixteen weeks before the trip.

However, that was when everybody started to apply for passports and the current backlog had started. When the passports didn’t return in May, Anna started jokingly saying that she and Kira might need to travel to Chicago for an emergency appointment. When the passports were still not there two weeks before the departure date, she tried to apply for an emergency appointment only to realize that no appointments were available before the departure day!

That’s when we all started panicking. Anna called her Congresswoman, and her office promised help. Meanwhile, Anna called every day to see whether there would be any cancellations, but even when she would catch one, while she was on hold for another representative. 

On Wednesday, she came to Chicago to try to get in without an appointment, but they won’t let her in. Her Congresswoman’s office told her that they were supposed to get a callback on Monday, but they didn’t, and they don’t know why. Anna decided to try to get an appointment for a later date (she found another time during summer when everybody could go), and was able to get one for the two-week later date.

We decided it was better to go later in summer than not at all, and Anna spent another two hours on the phone exchanging the tickets. I decided to still go now (I just made the trip shorter) and booked another ticket for later. Just after we were done with all of these exchanges, Anna’s Congresswoman’s office called to inform her that they got an appointment for her on Friday!

We had yet another several very emptional hours. It turned out that while I could easily restore my original trip, Anna’s original tickets doubled in price. Even though I suggested a crazy idea of making this wish come true, there was a risk – what if the passports would still be delayed? What if something went wrong?

Anna and John decided to keep the new dates but still used this Friday’s appointment. Then, Anna had a last-minute realization that Nadia’s passport won’t be good for travel in August, so she needed to make the new one for her as well. 

They all came to Chicago on Friday a half-hour before their appointment time (which was 10 AM), and it turned out that the time didn’t matter at all, and they had to wait in line. They got in at about 12:30, and Anna was sent to retake her photo, but the person was at lunch, so they waited more. All our plans for the birthday lunch for the girls were not going to happen, and I decided to walk in their direction at least to see them and hand out my mom’s birthday cards for the girls and Vanille cookies and macaroons, which I ordered a day before. Fifteen minutes into our conversation, Anna received a call that the girls’ pictures had to be retaken as well.

After that, John drove home with the girls, and Anna waited for the passports, which were ready closer to 6 PM instead of 3-15 PM.

The good part is that now everyone has a passport so that we can plan our early August trip, but the horrible part is that… well, that is was a mission impossible!

What Defines Me

I was lucky since the Red Line train approached the station just as I walked down the stairs. I hopped into the nearest door and looked around to find a place to sit. The open spot seemed to be almost too narrow for me to fit, but in the car full of Cubs fans, I was not going to miss this opportunity.

I apologetically squeezed myself in, and an older gentleman on my left assured me that he was not that big and that I was fine. 

In a couple of minutes, looking at me browsing my phone screen, he asked me what I was doing for a job. I replied, and since he looked puzzled, I explained to him, alluding to the search for products on Amazon. He said it was cool, and he was “just a retired forklift driver.” And then he told me that he wanted to start driving a semi because it’s a better pay, and we talked about that, and he mentioned that he worked for Pepsi, and I told him that I worked for Pepsi in the past and that I did this warehouse automation. I still remembered all technology, and he nodded approvingly: I see that you know what you are talking about! Then he said that he was originally from Michigan, and I said I have a friend there whom I visit, and we talked about what we like in Michigan. 

We talked all the way to Wilson, discussing Cubs and Sox fans and the Red Line reconstruction and children and grandchildren, and then we shook hands, and he disembarked, waving me goodbye. 

Thank you so much, Mister Retied Forklift Driver, for not asking where my accent was from!