If It's Tuesday,

I must be a day late *Micro post

Meant to post yesterday but I suppose the weekend caught up with me? Just long. We opened Sunday for a few hours because of Pride. We only got a handful of customers but I hadn’t seen the parade in decades and this year they set up right on the corner so I had front row seats. Later, we walked through and it was great to see so much pride, and joy, and love. And our daughter, now 18, was somewhere in the throng with one of her best friends enjoying THEIR first Pride, which is awesome. There was a HUGE police presence as well as I think (Counter Terrorist?) squad, which was a little disconcerting but I saw that there were both Pro-Palestine and Pro-Israel marchers in the parade so maybe that is why?

I love my city. I love the Northside. It is where I spent my first adulthood. Where I found myself in Uptown, Boystown, Lakeview, Edgewater. Where I made my mistakes, found, my truest love. We both hope when more solvent, to move back to the neighborhood but of course, the rent is double, triple then it once was. But we’ll see.

Yesterday, I spent some time editing in between baking and I’m making progress. Had to strike out some lines that I thought worked with the hyperrealism feel but they came across as cartoonish and though that was what I meant to convey, it just broke the mood? We’ll see if a line makes its way back.

Willwork on it some more today and work on a Pumpkin bread recipe. Actually want to turn it more into a cake. Found a recipe in an old cookbook: Kokopelli’s Cookbook - Authentic Recipes of the Southwest that has a couple of nuances I’d like to explore.