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monshu's relatives made their red-eye flight and are safely back home in wildfire country now. I had one last hour with them at Native Foods Cafe in the Loop, and I was glad to have made the trip down. I expected to find the Old Man in need of saving after a long day at the Field Museum, but he was actually in a great mood. So were his niece and nephew-in-law: They did well, and hope to be back next year--for C2E2, if they can swing it (which would be at McCormick and, thus, infinitely easier for us to get to and back). On the ride back, I mentioned how chuffed I was at the prospect and the GWO said he was, too, adding, "They're very enjoyable people." He's very happy to finally see a little reciprocity after literally decades of flying out to visit them in their insular rural world.
It's strange how the weather has turned. Even on Sunday, it was glorious in the sun but passing clouds made you want to cover up. Yesterday was the same until late afternoon when it totally clouded over and that combined with a stiff wind had the Old Man practically shivering. All in all, ridiculously autumnal for the last week of August. It's not too early to begin preparing the ground for fall planting, what with the average first frost barely eight weeks away.
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It's strange how the weather has turned. Even on Sunday, it was glorious in the sun but passing clouds made you want to cover up. Yesterday was the same until late afternoon when it totally clouded over and that combined with a stiff wind had the Old Man practically shivering. All in all, ridiculously autumnal for the last week of August. It's not too early to begin preparing the ground for fall planting, what with the average first frost barely eight weeks away.