Patrick and I took a walk in Jackson Park (the Wooded Island/Japanese garden part, from the 1893 Columbian Exposition, right behind the Museum of Science and Industry). Here are some photos.
Me in front of the gate to the Japanese Garden, sporting Dad's old ski jacket. How long have you had it, Dad? A nice hat, too, from Auntie Donna. She actually gave it to my mom ... have you ever worn it, Mom? Anyway, it's very warm, and perfect for this weather. :)Here are a couple more from the park. It's a nice place. The sun even came out a little bit!
My ideas about my future have taken another turn. Or I guess it would be more appropriate to say that they've glanced down a side street; no turns have actually been made at all. So what if, instead of getting a PhD in education and working to educate future teachers, I started working as an editor? I've always liked editing other people's writing, and it's the sort of work where my obsession with details could be really useful! And best of all, it would be much more independent than the crazy job I have now, where everything depends on 100 twelve- and thirteen-year olds. There's always auto shop, too; I think that's a career with real potential. I like doing things with my hands, and solving spatial problems ...
