April (Snow) Showers II

I don't know why I was surprised, since it happened last year.

But I was. This morning, I woke up to an April snow on the roofline.

I ran to the back to make sure it was really true. 

And it was. Spring is trying so hard to get here, but it seems like winter is having a hard time letting go. 

Snow on the patio table:

And snow on the grill. 

Still, I know it's coming. I see buds everywhere and the sun is rising earlier and earlier. Despite the lingering cold, I just know that it's right around the corner, and that makes my insides hum a little bit.

"Spring is when you feel like whistling, even with a shoe full of slush." - Doug Larson

Cubs Season Opener 2015

"I guess they won't be serving beer at Wrigley Field this year... 
They lost the opener."

Ha-ha.

Wrigley Field is under cubstruction, which made visiting the field for the season opener really fun this year.

It also made things a bit tough. In our area, multiple bathrooms were closed for renovations. The lines for the existing bathrooms were so so long. At one point Geoff left to visit the bathroom under our seats and returned 10 minutes later, dejected. "The line is way too long. I can't even see the back of it. I'm just going to eat a hot dog and hope it soaks some of it up from the inside."

Probably the best and funniest thing that I've heard about 2015 bathroomgate is this... take a moment to consider the Cubs' new slogan this year: "Let's go." Ha.

Ultimately the Cubs fell to the Cardinals, 0-3, but we had such a great day going down to the city early, getting swept up in the atmosphere of Wrigleyville, enjoying the tributes to Ernie Banks, and getting back into the rhythmic cadence of our national pastime. It's such a nice hello to spring.

We visited a few of the Wrigleyville watering holes before we went inside:

And we walked around the whole perimeter of the field to check things out.

We lined up early to get in before things got too crowded. Here is the new view of the stadium as seen from right field:

And here is the upper-level view from left field.

It was really fun to walk around and check out all of the updates.

We went to peer over the side of the stadium to see how things were going on Clark and Addison. Busy.

Here is Fall Out Boy performing. It didn't go so well. The sound didn't work. I didn't mind.

And here, finally, is a familiar sight that warms my heart up.

Play ball! Can't wait to watch this season. 

The One about Switzerland

Elizabeth told me this joke.

What's the benefit of living in Switzerland?


... I don't know, but their flag is a big plus.

2015 Book Club Books

Here is what my book club is reading this year, month by month.

It's one of my New Year's resolutions to make it through each of these. Time to get those pages turning...

Stella's One of a Kind Mittens

This year, I received these as a Christmas gift:

They are one of a kind mittens made by Synnove Stella in Lake Bluff. Every pair of mittens is different because they are handmade from sweaters. 

They are so warm! The insides are lined with fleece.

They are for sale right now at Re-Invent Gallery in Lake Forest. I love my Stella mittens. Bring on the February cold. I can handle it.

Winter in Lake Bluff

Here are some of my pictures of Lake Bluff taken this winter.

I love winter. Sometimes when you're out early and there is no one else around, you feel like you have town all to yourself.

And you can run wild in the snow.

When the snow is fresh, the evergreens are beautiful.

I find myself using the library a lot in the winter, checking out books and movies and music to cozy up to inside.

I also stop for hot drinks more often to warm my hands while I walk.

It's nice to walk in town in the wintertime, but I think the shoreline is the best part of Lake Bluff when things freeze over.

Sometimes the lake gets wild, choppy waves.

Anybody care for a cold weather game of lake rock checkers?

North Shore Amour Travels: Oktoberfest

Here are some stories from Oktoberfest in Munich.

At Oktoberfest, euros seem to slip through my fingers like water. Steins of beer; big, bready pretzels; half a hendel, golden and hot; pfannkuchensuppe (pancake soup) with salty broth; crunchy, cinnamon-sugar coated haselnuss. And games – lots of games.

Even dangerous games. This gun is not tethered to anything.

At Oktoberfest credit cards are useful at a few stands, but mostly, cash is king. There are only a few money machines at the entrances to the festival, so in advance of a long day at Theresienwiese we took out money at an ATM near the apartment we rented in the Obergiesing neighborhood. We took out a LOT, reasoning that we could make it last for multiple days.

And a long day it was. The steins at Oktoberfest are 1 liter goliaths, leaden glass, and with David-like fortitude I slayed one at each tent we visited. (There is a certain determination that I think you find in graduates of Big 10 universities, like me, to ensure that no. drop. of. beer. be. wasted.  A determination I apparently have not yet grown out of.) Spaten. Paulaner. Löwenbräu. These are the names of my demise.

Stopping for a caffeine break.  

The day started out smoothly, sitting outside in the sun on wooden benches, enjoying opportunities to people-watch and talking on and off with the people around us. Or, rather, trying to talk. My German is virtually nicht vorhanden (non-existent), so sometimes my "talking" is more like a game of charades, trying to act out what I want to say. 

The Scotland secession vote was taking place while I was there, and somehow I determined this was a good topic to discuss/charade with our neighbors. In involved me doing lots of mimed thinking and voting. Very charming. It paid off, though: once I got the idea across, it led to a really interesting discussion about how Bavaria occasionally wants to secede from the rest of Germany because their culture is so different.

One guy, my favorite guy, didn't understand what I wanted to talk about and just kept giving me a thumbs up and saying loudly, "GERMANY IST GOOD, JA?" To which I tried to reply an equally hearty, "JA."

We ate and drank and played games and talked and people watched, and as day shifted to night, we moved indoors to the warm tents, awash in light, loud with the sounds of the Oktoberfest bands (-- so much John Denver. They love John Denver.) Imagine six thousand Germans standing on benches, arms around shoulders, swaying and singshouting, "COUNTRY ROOAAADS, TAKE ME HOME, TO THE PLAAACE, I BELONG!" It's quite something.

We danced, we sang Ein Prosit about a million times, and as the night began to blur, we took a spot in the Augustiner tent with a nice family from the Munich suburbs - a middle aged father, a mother, and their teenage daughter. The father shouted over the music to tell us that the daughter's boyfriend was on his way and would soon be joining us at our table. 

He shouted in his heavy accent, "WE DO NOT LIKE HIM VERY MUCH," and his daughter rolled her eyes. As the night wore on, the boyfriend skulked in and sat with us, brooding and not saying much to anybody. We did not like him very much either.

But by then we were having a grand old time, courtesy of the beer and the people and the festivities and the wonderful jolly atmosphere. The father, then on his third liter, pulled a small bottle of lemonade from his coat and poured a bit into his beer. Winking at me, he gripped an imaginary steering wheel and said, "I have to be responsible. I'm the driver."

I think he also took this picture of me.

Somehow, we made it home to Obergiesing. I credit this to the marvelous Munich U-bahn system, efficient and simple. 

The next morning, I was standing in the bathroom braiding my hair in front of the mirror. "How much money do we have left?" I called to Geoff. "Let me check," he called back. I heard him rummaging around. "Wow. Not much. Like almost nothing." 

"How did we spend all of that money?" I asked, laughing but not-so-laughing. We planned for our trip to be expensive, but at this rate we were bleeding money. Hemorrhaging money. Where did all of the money go?

Silently berating myself for having so much to drink, I heard Geoff pick up his clothes to get dressed. "AH HA!" he exclaimed. He slid past the open bathroom door, Risky Business style, his socks glidly smoothly over the wood floors. He held up his hands to show me what he had found wadded up in his lederhosen pocket: a 50 euro note!! Yes!! A little money!

As he skated past, he snapped the note in triumph... and... it ripped cleanly in half. He stopped and stood, mouth open, eyes working from hand to hand, each holding a perfect pinky-beige half of the 50 euro note. My mouth dropped open too and we looked at each other in silence for some seconds, until Geoff made a strangled sound and I fell to the bathroom tiles, hysterical with laughter. 

(Don't worry, we found some tape and taped the note back together and took it to the grocery store to buy something small so we could get change. They accepted it.)

Probably one of the quickest ways to induce laughter in my house now is to do a Risky Business slide in front of somebody and pretend to rip something in half. It gets me every time.

Here are some more pictures from the tents:

"Take a picture of how strong I am."

And at the weinzelt (wine tent), of which there is only one:

And the Oktoberfest parade:

This guy is apparently showing off "sawing a log."

And some weird ones:

This was a small tent in which people rode silly bikes in a small pen(pedals in the wrong spot, lopsided wheels, etc.) The drunker the people were the funnier it got. 

And here's my favorite one.