Family lured Jerrianne and her husband to South Milwaukee in 2002 from Southern California where she worked as, first, a journalist, then, as a court information officer. She now stays busy with media-relations consulting, playing with her three grandchildren (part of the lure), writing, discovering her new environs, and hoping her garden will produce before the first fall frost.
Between the snow of a couple weeks ago and the rain today, I took a walk. It was great walking along the path through the park without having to worry about slipping on ice. I followed it toward the business district. It had been a while since I’d been on Milwaukee Avenue. So many empty storefronts.
I stopped by the Wild Flour bakery. Thank goodness that’s still there. It was buy-one-loaf-of-bread- get-a-second-one-for-$2 Wednesday. Out of cranberry, my fave. So I settled for one raisin and one sesame seed.
Our Florida-wintering neighbors came home today.
Sounds of a lawn mower from another neighbor's yard.
Since it was Sunday, I hadn’t set an alarm. Turns out I didn’t have to. The throbbing of what sounded like a hyper-amplified boom box woke me. It was 6:30 a.m.
Although the Grand Hyatt Jakarta’s guest rooms are superbly sound proofed from each other, street sounds do penetrate. That’s where the music came from. It was the monthly car-free day.