diplomacy and other matters

I love fresh air and have been known to keep my windows open in the dead of Chicago winters. Naturally, it did not even occur to me to close the windows this early in the game–even though the night temperatures have been doing precarious dips into the 40’s and 30’s. I have also  scrupulously turned off as many of our radiators as I can so that this quirk doesn’t turn into our condo into an energy sink.

The other morning, Abe tentatively asked me when I intended to close the windows. I responded vaguely that I’d be open to discussion sometime around February. “What about November?” he asked pleadingly. “We’ll see,” I responded. Truthfully, my strategy was to keep saying “we’ll see” all winter long and then appear open to compromise when the nice Spring air wafts invitingly into our home. (I learned the “we’ll see” trick from my mom, who almost always substitutes “no” with that more diplomatic sounding phrase.)

Last night when Abe got home from his late night inspections, he was shivering. I assumed it was because he just stepped in from the cold, but as I was puttering in the kitchen, I turned around and saw that he had donned his ski hat!

After I did my share of laughing, my heart softened, and I closed our bedroom windows. The kitchen and living room are still open to the wonderfully brisk air, though, but I figure as long as I keep feeding Abe warm food, maybe he won’t notice.

After I closed the windows, I asked for help opening a jar of saurkraut that I purchased at Hyde Park Produce yesterday. I have not had much luck with their jars; the last time I bought some jarred Borscht (Abe’s favorite food–no joke), neither of us could open it and we relegated it to food storage. Same story with the saurkraut. “Man,” Abe exclaimed, as he put down the unopenable jar, “if we ever need our food storage, people will discover our bodies next to these two jars. They’ll think we’re dead AND incompetent!”
On a completely unrelated note, I have two other pictures to post. One is of my trip to the Mexican Museum of Fine Art with my friend, Liz. We had  lot of fun wandering around looking at all of the Day of the Dead stuff. I have really enjoyed decorating for Halloween, and I was sorely tempted by all of the neat skeleton figurines in the gift shop. However, even simple decorations were going for hundreds of dollars, so I skipped the purchase and just took a picture of us instead. This one’s a little fuzzy, but the unfuzzy picture had way too good of a view of my burgeoning butt, so I’m posting this one:
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My other picture is of the Salt Lake Temple. When I was out in Utah this past weekend, we had dinner with Abe’s family on the top of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, and this is the view:
Abe sent me the same shot in an email before we were dating, and he titled it, “wish you were here.” That was a great clue!