Over October

October is a month for reminiscing:

Of school days, be it class halloween parties or mid-terms. Carving pumpkins, haunted houses, group study sessions at the library. Homecoming football games, crisp leaves, that rustic cold air smell, and for all you Big Bend Elementary school alums, the “Turkey Trot”.

I turned 24 this month, not a memorable number of age by any stretch. Even so, it’s a milestone, marking a distinct yet elusive spot on the life timeline: limbo.

The convergence of October and the mid-twenties brings me into a not-there-anymore and not-there-yet suspension. I’m not a kid in school who gets to trick-or-treat nor am I a parent indulging the activities of the former.

Lacking a society designated generation costume, I’ll lean on this theory for the moment: You are what you do. In light of this tangible context, here’s what I did in October:

  • worked my tail off trying to save some money for Australia
  • took photos of fall leaves in Rogers Park
  • had two fillings put in my mouth: one for a cavity, the second for a faulty filling
  • finished the paper edit of my Abraham Project video
  • cleaned out the mountains of crap from the second bedroom in the condo and painted the room yellow
  • endured pain in my teeth for a week, commenced breakdown at the possibility of having to drop nearly 5K on root canals and crowns
  • set up editing suite in new yellow bedroom
  • traveled out to the suburbs with Kirk to go to a pumpkin farm; found the most exciting part to be not the gourds but the giraffes and wallabies in the “exotic” animal tent
  • relieved of pain in teeth, relieved of potential financial ruin
  • completed first video edit of interview footage for Abraham Project video; total length: 43 minutes (target length? 10 minutes! Ouch.)
  • celebrated my birthday by going out with Kirk and playing darts at a Wrigleyville bar, followed by dinner at Geja’s Cafe, a fondue place
  • became sick with and cured of a cold/flu (still unsure of what it was) within a 12 hour timespan
  • baked a pumpkin pie, despite the cavity
  • tracked down my sister on her Urban Sociology class trip to Chicago; jumped on the Green Bay Lamers coach bus to ride along with her for the leg of the tour between UIC to University of Chicago
  • trimmed the AP video down to 25 minutes
  • pulled the trigger (with Kirk’s cash & my emotional support) and bought the Canon 7D DSLR
  • baked 3 dozen oatmeal raisin cookies
  • and topping it all off – yet to be completed – a trip to Florida with my mom, visiting my grandparents

October was fairly productive, mildly celebratory, erratically emotional, schemingly adventurous and mostly enjoyable. Onward march through limbo, into November.

Sailing Rubicon

A couple weekends ago, Kirk and I drove to St. Joseph, a quaint town (in the Mitten State) perched on a rambling bluff overlooking Lake Michigan.

It was a short two-hour jaunt from Chicago around the southern edge of the big lake. After reaching St. Joseph, we headed toward its tiny downtown and then crossed a high bridge to reach Marina Island. There awaited Rubicon, floating in a slip.

Rubicon, a Pearson 40′, belongs to Walt Bartkowiak. Walt is Kirk’s dad’s cousin Marilyn’s husband. I know, confusing. Tim, Walt and Marilyn’s son, usually travels from Detroit every weekend to accompany his dad on the boat. The two of them were nice enough to extend an invitation to us. (And happy to order a pair of newbie crew members around.)

What follows is a photo story of the day. Because, to be frank, right now words are boring me. Pictures are more fun. Also, after our sail, we explored the boat yard. An old wooden pirate boat caught my aesthetic interest.

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Mettler Family Cabernet

Mettler Family Cab
2006 Mettler Family Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon Lodi
I bought a wine tasting gift certificate to Just Grapes – at a steeply discounted rate – from Groupon. When my parents came for a visit to Chicago in September, we cashed in on the good deal. The novelty of Just Grapes’ retail shop is their “automated self-serve tasting machine”. Push a button, and for 50 cents out comes a taste of your choice varietal. Mostly we stuck with the reds. My dad and I both fell for the Mettler Family Cabernet. As I haven’t had a glass of it since, it could have been pure first date enthusiasm. The more I raved about it, the more my dad raved, and spiraled we did into love for this cabernet. Despite only one tasting of this cab, I highly recommend it for its depth and complexity.

Now who sounds like a wine snob?