The morning newspaper was a real remind-me-why-I-live-here moment today, a survey course of local misery. Factories are dismantled and sold to the highest bidder. Those stamping presses aren’t just melted down; they’re disassembled, sent by freighter overseas, and go on stamping in Korea or someplace. (Sometimes, that is. The one in the lead of this story went across town.) More perjury suspected among the mayoral minions — there’s dog-bites-man. The freeways are going to be a mess for the foreseeable future, such as it is in Michigan.
Yeesh. Turned to the business page. More good news about the housing market — average home equity slipped below 50 percent for the first time since 1945. Don’t remind me. So what’s opening at the cineplex this weekend? “College Road Trip?” Grade: F, says the Sun-Times critic.
Well, Daylight Saving Time starts Sunday. There’s that.
A couple of housekeeping notes: As you might imagine, the volume of unanswered e-mail around here is reaching amnesty levels. I don’t plan to do that, but am working through the pile at a slower pace than I’d like. It was great to hear from so many people I haven’t heard from in ages — and I’m talking to you, Carol Salad Girl — and I want to at least tag them back. So if you’re waiting for a reply, wait a little longer, and I should have everything answered by next week. Maybe.
As for more literal housekeeping, you should see the state of my bathrooms at the moment. Also, my lovely orchid, which sits on its own stand next to my luxurious Ikea chaise, my preferred writing place most days, has something called scale infestation. I downloaded a six-page treatment outline, and now I feel like a freshman with a very heavy backpack. My impulse is to pitch it and buy another at the Eastern Market tomorrow, but I fear being without something of beauty to contemplate when the creative well runs dry. God knows the landscape outside isn’t doing much for us at the moment, even though I did see a nice hawk far up in a neighbor’s oak the other day. Too far away for positive ID, but I’d put my next freelance check on it being Cooper’s or Red-tail.
Which is my long-winded way of saying, I’m outta here for the weekend. (Like I said: You should see my bathrooms.) Be kind to one another.