1414 Canterbury Lane, Deerfield: $1,399,000 | Listed July 24, 2020
This 4,528-square-foot Deerfield home has five bedrooms and 5½ bathrooms. The kitchen includes an island and breakfast area and opens to the family room. A dining room, living room and two bedrooms complete the first floor. The lower level features a wet bar and recreation room. The oversized lot boasts a two-sided fireplace under a heated pergola, hot tub, bluestone patio, built-in grill, high-top seating and landscaping.
Agent: Jeannie Kurtzhalts of @properties, 847-845-5114
This last weekend marked the first-ever Uptown Art Weekend, a free event featuring over 100 pieces of public art including new works up on neighborhood walls, local businesses hosting art exhibits, live paintings, and interactive art activities for all ages. The event ran from Friday, July 31st through Sunday, August 2nd. Completed on Sunday, local Chicago artists collaborated with Heart & Bone to complete a massive “Black Lives Matter” mural along the 4700 block of North Clifton Avenue in Uptown, situated between Broadway and Lawrence Avenue.
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Eighteen Chicago artists worked together to create the large mural, with each of the 16 letters in the slogan worked on by a different artist collective or individual artist. The initial outline of the letters was sketched by Heart & Bone, a Chicago painting duo. Once the lettering was sketched out, the other artists went to work on the blank canvas of the letters to add their own style and flair.
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Though the mural was completed during Uptown Art Weekend’s inaugural weekend, the mural itself wasn’t actually a scheduled part of the weekend. Uptown United business district manager Justin Weidl aided the artists in finding the right spot for the mural to be displayed. Kelsey McClellan, part of Heart & Bone and someone who helped push the mural project forward, noted in a Block Club Chicago interview how important it was that the mural was put in a visible place.
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The mural itself was financed completely by the artists, all of whom volunteered their time to complete the mural within the weekend. On Saturday, the mural lettering was sketched, and the artists arrived later in the day to fill in the letters. By Sunday, the final touches were done. “They went for it, and we’re glad they did, because it’s beautiful. We hope it’s there as long as possible,” said Weidl.
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July marked the debut of the first Black Lives Matter street mural in Chicago, this last weekend’s mural becoming the latest installation to join the support of Black Lives Matter movement street art around the country throughout the protests against systemic racism and asking for accountability from community leaders, especially police forces. The iconic slogan for the movement, “Black Lives Matter,” has also been painted with large visibility in New York City and Washington, D.C.
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“We wanted to show support for the movement, and this is the best way we know how. We’re really glad to have participated, and excited with how beautifully it turned out,” said McClellan. “All around it was a really positive experience. We’d like it to last as long as it can.”
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The world has now seen Donald Trump’s interview with Jonathan Swan of Axios. It was another shake your head moment in the life of our president.
But now, Don has a new catch phrase, “It is what it is.”
This fits him perfectly. It works great with the way he conducts his presidency and his life.
Do you need some examples? There’s plenty:
There are more than 4.8 million America cases of Covid-19. “It is what it is.”
Almost 160,000 Americans have died from Covid-19. “It is what it is.”
The unemployment rate is more than 11% with more than thirty million Americans unemployed. “It is what it is.”
The unemployment supplement has expired and millions of Americans have lost the safety net that was keeping their finances afloat. “It is what it is.”
The Trump family is not permitted to run a charity because they skimmed cash from a children’s cancer charity. “It is what it is.”
Trump ran a fraud university and was forced to make a twenty-five million dollar settlement to his students. “It is what it is.”
Putin and Russia puts out a bounty on American servicemen in Afghanistan. “It is what it is.”
Ghislaine Maxwell: “I wish her well.” “It is what it is.”
“I’m automatically attracted to beautiful women — I just start kissing them, it’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab ’em by the pussy.” “It is what it is.”
There are many more of these, but here’s the most important one. In recent polls, Joe Biden leads Donald Trump nationally by double digits. He’s also leading by large margins in most of the battleground states. If this holds up, on November 3, Joe Biden will be President-elect of the United States.
American citizens will say to Donald Trump: “It is what it is.”
My so called friends think it’s time to edit this section. After four years, they may be right, but don’t tell them that. I’ll deny it until they die!
I can’t believe I’ve been writing this blog for four years.
It started as a health/wellness thing and over the years has morphed to include so many things that I don’t know how to describe it anymore.
I really thought this was going to be the final year of the blog but then Donald Trump came along. It looks like we’re good for four more years..God help us all!
Oh yeah…the biographical stuff. I’m not 60 anymore. The rest you can read about in the blog.
Up Next: Cubs (9-2) @ Royals (3-9) : Darvish vs Bubic, 7:05, Marquee
Game Recap
It was a bit of a rocky start for Kyle Hendricks. He struggled with his command and wasn’t consistenly executing his pitches. It was a troubling reminder of his previous outing. But Hendricks seemed to settle in as the night went on, so hopefully he’s resolved whatever mechanical issue caused the slight hiccup and he can get back to his Opening Day form soon.
Willson Contreras is locked in. It seems he is seeing the ball well, and every time he makes contact it is LOUD. His four hard hit balls matched the total of the rest of the lineup combined.
His exit velos: 95.0, 103.0, 105.5 (HR), 108.5
Countdown To Cut Down
MLB announced yesterday that rosters will need to be reduced to 28 on Thursday, but in a new wrinkle to combat the issues with the availability of players rosters will remain at 28 for the remainder of the year, including the postseason. Rosters will not need to be trimmed to 26 at any point this season.
In addition, the taxi squad has been expanded from 3 to 5. At least one catcher will still be required as part of the group.
What does that mean for the Cubs? My guess is that Josh Phegley will remain with the team the remainder of the season. It has been my belief all along that the cutdown from 30 to 28 will involve only some of the extra pitchers in the bullpen. Now that rosters will not need to be trimmed to 26 at any point this season the extra bench player should remain safe.
As for those relievers that may be affected? Judging by the “last in, first out” theory Justin Steele and Colin Rea would be the two most likely to go on Thursday. But keep in mind, they were replacements for the injured Brad Wieck and James Norwood. Judging by how Wieck was throwing (his velo was down about 2-3 mph from last year) some time in South Bend is likely whenever he comes off the IL. Norwood could still factor in with Chicago however. He offers a power arm, which is in short supply in the pen at the moment. The Cubs may want to give him another opportunity, so Dan Winkler, Duane Underwood Jr. and Rex Brothers need to pitch well in the interim. There is also the looming return of Jose Quintana later this month which will push yet another arm off the roster.
My guess for the taxi squad: Jose Lobaton, Hernan Perez, Colin Rea, with some combo of Derek Dietrich, Ryan LaMarre, Ian Miller and Jharel Cotton filling out the remainder. You do not want to stick prospects on the traveling taxi squad, as those players are better off playing in South Bend. Think of the taxi squad as the veteran AAAA players the Cubs typically keep around in Iowa during each season. Rea and Cotton are the only members of the 40-man roster from that group so they are the most likely players to ever be elevated from the taxi squad. Even if one of the Cubs catchers becomes unavailable, the presence of Phegley (and Schwarber) means the Cubs would be unlikely to make room for Lobaton unless a situation strikes like the Braves had on opening day when both their catchers were in the testing protocol.
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Jeremy Jeffress looked as good as he has all season. His velo was 92-93, his splitter was nasty, and he threw quality strikes.
I’m going to take a slight bit of positivity from Craig Kimbrel’s outing. The velo (96-97) was still there. I do believe his release point was slightly better and he was at least throwing strikes. His fastball even generated a couple of whiffs. The big issue I still see, and is likely related to his lower arm slot, is Kimbrel has been unable get his fastball elevated in the zone. He’s either low in the zone or missing above. A big part of Kimbrel’s success comes from throwing 4-seam fastballs at the letters. He’s been incapable of doing that so far this year.
Not only is the lower arm slot changing the shape of Craig Kimbrel’s pitches, and perhaps giving hitters a better look at the ball out of his hand, but it has also affected his ability to elevate his fastball.
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Parker is a hilariously fun, friendly, energetic and cat-loving four-month-old, female golden-eyed tortoiseshell kitten looking for a loving guardian.
Found downtown in a parking lot, she managed to attract the attention of a feline-lover who searched high and low for her human … when all attempts failed, the kitten came to Friends of Petraits Rescue.
Parker loves batting around toys, jumping for feathers and launching off the backs of other cats! So, she’s looking for a tolerant partner cat to play with and humans who love her! I think she’d be happiest in a home with another cat.
She loves her cat scratching trees and likes to get up high. She uses her litter box faithfully.
Parker is very healthy, spayed, de-wormed, up-to-date on vaccines, virus-tested negative, and micro-chipped.
To meet and possibly adopt this fun and friendly kitten, please contact [email protected] for an adoption application. Her adoption fee of $175 benefits the rescued pets of Friends of Petraits Rescue.
She is being fostered in Chicago’s Andersonville neighborhood.
The COVID-19 pandemic has influenced everything. It cancelled the spring sports season for kids of all ages, from Little League and soccer to high school and college baseball, softball, tennis, etc.
Sadly, the disease hasn’t gone away (wear a f***ing mask, people). And now we’re facing the consequences of that reality: fall sports are being significantly impacted as well.
While Major League Baseball tries to navigate their 60-game season, college football will be vastly different this year. The NFL has opted to not play any preseason games and players are opting out of the 2020 season daily. It appears the bubble approach employed by the NHL and NBA is working, but there’s a lot of hockey and basketball left to be played.
On July 29, the Illinois High School Association (IHSA) Board of Directors announced enormous changes to the sports calendar for high school in the state this coming school year. Football will not be a “spring” sport, meaning their season will be February 15 to May 1. How exactly kids are going to play football outdoors in mid-February in Chicago and the burbs is a bit laughable, but we’ll see how it plays out.
I feel for the kids playing football whose season just got moved back. The early period signing day for national letters of intent to play NCAA Division I football is December 18, 2020. The final signing date for Division I football is supposed to be April 1, 2021 – which appears to be right smack in the middle of the coming football season in Illinois. There will be no All-America games for Illinois student-athletes this year. And they’ll need to play their best to get colleges to sign up. Some players, including now-former Nazareth quarterback and Michigan recruit J.J. McCarthy, have already left the state to play their final high school season in the fall.
Here’s reality: high school football shouldn’t happen in Illinois in the fall. We can’t risk the health of the kids playing the game or the health of the coaches, refs and other folks associated with putting on a high school football game. It simply isn’t safe yet. You only need to look at what happened when Lake Zurich High School opened their summer sports camps in mid-July to see the reality. 36 students tested positive and they had to shut camps down almost immediately.
However, if football isn’t safe (read: you cannot avoid physical contact in football) there are other sports that have been deemed OK by health organizations, local and state governments and even the IHSA. On July 29, Governor Prizker identified sports including tennis, baseball and golf as “low-risk” sports that could begin/continue playing games.
In fact, many travel baseball programs have played during the pandemic. There have been tournaments all over Illinois since the beginning of July, and lots of teams have been leaving the state to play since late-May. My 9-year-old son Bobby has been playing since mid-June when the state opened doors for practicing.
But high school baseball didn’t happen in the spring. Class of 2020 seniors lost their senior season in every spring sport, including baseball. They had to; the disease was running wild and schools were reacting in real-time.
Now, the IHSA is telling the Class of ’21 that their senior season will run from May 3 to June 26. Baseball has been pushed back because football needs to be played.
Let me be clear: football and basketball drive the bus for sports at pretty much every level. I get that; the IHSA cares about football and basketball more than any other sport.
Their decision on the seasons was necessary for football, but their minimal effort to accomodate baseball screws rising senior baseball players. And it could have been easily avoided.
First, consider how many kids play football and baseball in high school. Usually those athletes have the entire winter off between sports; yes, many play basketball but there has generally been more time between the gridiron and the diamond than one weekend. Now, quarterbacks who pitch will have to dust off their curveball three days after throwing a touchdown. That isn’t an easy proposition.
There are also college recruiting considerations. Without a junior season, many kids are still trying to get college eyes on them. The travel season for high school age players started late with everyone else in the state and has been trying to catch up, but the Class of ’21 is at an enormous disadvantage when trying to get to the next level. Now, their senior season will begin after kids in many other states have almost completed their seasons.
It’s an awful, impossible situation. But there was an easy remedy sitting right in front of the IHSA’s Board of Directors.
Play baseball in the fall.
If the state deems baseball socially distanced enough to play games in August and September, the weather is certainly good enough that kids could have been on the diamond playing. Indeed, most travel seasons are still going today; the kids should be in shape and ready to go when the school open their doors.
The IHSA could have played a two-month baseball season from mid-August thru the end of September. Then the state playoffs could have taken place after a few warm-up games in the “spring” after football ended, giving kids an opportunity to play a more complete season and get their talents noticed at the next level.
This also would have given the kids something to play in the fall. As it stands now, there are only four “fall” sports in Illinois: boys/girls golf, boys/girls cross country, girls tennis and girls swimming. Boys have two sports options in the fall.
I have ot think this could still be changed if the IHSA wanted to do it. And ther students would undoubtedly be happy to play ball in a few weeks.
The alternative is sad, and it’s likely to become a reality for high school baseball in Illinois.
If kids want to get noticed, the travel season won’t likely wait for the high school season to begin/end at the end of June. Some kids may opt out of the 2021 high school baseball season, preferring to play a longer travel season beginning as early as February.
I spoke with a talented rising senior whose brother is on my son’s travel team at a game recently. I asked him about what he’s going to do; he’s absolutely on the track to play college baseball and could have legitimate draft aspirations down the road. His answers were interesting.
I asked him if he was going to skip his senior baseball season to play travel. He said he’s going to have to think about it because it’s important to play high school ball. However, he did indicate the longer season and ability to play in regional and national showcases would complicate his decision.
He followed-up by saying if he was a junior he would almost certainly opted out and played the longer travel season. Junior seasons are critical for kids who want to play at the next level; this year’s senior class wasn’t afforded the opportunity to make that choice because of COVID-19. Now, this year’s seniors will have to make a choice and many juniors will as well.
If the IHSA had made the 2020-21 baseball season a split endeavor with the regular season in the fall and the postseason in the spring, it would have eased the decision making of upperclassmen all over the state. And it would have given them the opportunity to be playing in an off-season, potentially opening more doors for recruiting to be more robust in Illinois.
As it stands now, high school baseball got screwed – both by COVID-19 and, now, by the IHSA. It’s sad, but it could be fixed.
Over the last three months, I’ve spent a lot of time on Snapchat. I know, right, what is it, 2012? But I have. And on my public Snapchat, Mike and kids rarely appear. On Snapchat, my life looks… kind of good. Lots of selfies (my hair has been AMAZING in quarantine, and between my eating restrictions from my surgery in February and NOT eating when I’m at the hospital with Mike, I’ve lost nearly 30 lbs) with glib captions, lots of pictures of my toenails with the pretty colors I paint on them, lots of pictures of my nights “off,” the two nights a week when a CNA comes to our house overnight so I can theoretically sleep for more than four hours, but instead I have a drink or two, soak in the bath until 2 am, and then sit awake, staring at a book without reading or connecting the dots in 1000 dot-to-dot books or musing about my own psychological state. I’d say about once a month there will be a flurry of six to twelve snaps, usually with pictures of a new skincare routine, a concoction of bath bombs and candles, a line-up of coloring books and pens (all gifts from friends who want to encourage me towards a little self-care), and with each picture a few sentences about what I’m going through, emotionally, in terms of understanding myself and how I need to exist given the unyielding load of parenthood and caregiving and quarantine and somehow living with myself.
Mostly, though, it’s selfies. My hair does look fucking great.
This is different from any of my other social media channels, because, as with everything in my life, I compartmentalize. Facebook is for mass communication. Instagram is more personal, but it’s a cross-section with the professional. Curated visual intimacy. My Snapchat, though? That’s where I go to feel like I am an autonomous person, outside of what is needed of me. That isn’t to say it’s more honest. They’re all honest. They’re just honest about different things.
Snapchat is where I go to be honest about trying to love myself when so much of my life is out of control, and I think it’s helping. I feel better about myself when I can flip through my own snaps and see a pretty woman taking care of herself in ways both superficial and concrete. She’s the put your own oxygen mask on first version of myself. Which is to say, it’s not that comprehensive of a self-assessment. She takes the time to care for herself, despite the world falling apart around her. She enjoys the views from the hospital and hotel. She lingers on poems in the books she reads. She hydrates.
Thanks to the structure of Snapchat, she’s gone every 24 hours. Whatever nice thing I said about myself yesterday is meaningless. Whatever potentially selfish act I performed 24 hours ago is gone. Whatever emotional epiphany I had last week may as well have never happened. Snapchat is the epitome of living in the moment. And considering how hard each moment of my day frequently is, that these disappear is a profound comfort.
Snapchat is the only place I go to complain.
But the fact is, it’s also a lie. All of my social media is a lie. All my life is a lie of omission.
The fact is my days are SO much harder than I let on, anywhere, ever. The conversations I have are so much more complex, so much more painful, so full of weight and import and pain. The fact is my life is much duller than you might guess. Most of my hospital days are spent sitting in silence, waiting, doing as close to nothing as possible. I don’t post on Instagram all the parking lots I pull over to cry in. I don’t post on Facebook when a new persistent symptom turns my day into a scavenger hunt through notes for correlating information. I don’t post on Snapchat when my pajama pants fall down over and over again because the knot in the drawstring that hasn’t been untied in five years is permanently stuck at what is now “too big” for me, and how at once I feel proud that I’ve lost the weight I’ve been unhealthfully carrying for so long, and at the same time grief that nothing is the same anymore, not even my pajama pants, and I don’t know if I know myself anymore. I don’t know how to be when I’m isolated from my friends, when my relationship with my husband is so overwhelmed by one-sided care, when I am constantly apologizing for myself and stopping him from doing the same, when I have a whole world of communications that are secret. Talks with the kids that are not for Mike. Talk with my friends that are not for my family. Talks with Mike that are for us alone. Talks on Snapchat that will vanish forever in a few hours’ time.
My life is a masterpiece of compartmentalization, and friends and family peer into it through my social media- the only interaction it’s safe to have in These Unprecedented Times- and they tell me I am strong.
“I’m praying for you.”
“You’re in my thoughts.”
“You are so strong.”
“You inspire me.”
“You’re doing great.”
“Don’t forget to have a glass of water.”
“You’re not alone.”
“Mike is lucky to have you.”
Is he, though? Aren’t I? I don’t know.
I do know that the happiest version of myself is the one on Snapchat, who doesn’t often post about Mike and the kids, and can take comfort in the superficial aspects of her existence. She’s a bit shallow, but I like her. Honestly, I like all of them, all the little, fractured versions of me. Despite all the shit going on, I’m discovering how much I actually like myself, and that is truly not a small thing. It’s an even higher bar than “okay,” I think.
But none of them are me. And none of them explore how badly it hurts to watch the most important people in your life suffer. Mike is suffering. The kids are suffering. And while I intellectually know that it is not my job to make it better, to kiss them where they hurt and put them back to rights, I feel like it is, and I feel like I’m failing.
I feel like I’m drowning.
I’m doing the best I can. It’s not my best, there was never a chance it would be my best, but it’s the best I can NOW. And the superficial version of me who snaps half a dozen selfies a day and catalogs her self-care routines is helping me see that this shitty approximation of “doing my best” is actually kind of okay.
I’m okay. I’m hanging in there. My hair looks great. And sometimes that has to be enough.
You can read more about finding peace with an out of control life here: An Atheist Tefilah
Lea Grover scribbles about sex-positive parenting, marriage after cancer, and vegetarian cooking. When she isn’t revising her upcoming memoir, she can be found singing opera, smeared to the elbow in pastels, or complaining/bragging about her children on twitter (@bcmgsupermommy) and facebook.
One’s first inclination seeing this is to laugh. Second is to feel embarrassed for this man who is being so irresponsibly used by the political left. The third is to be afraid, very afraid. This is the man who is supposed to lead us? Knock on the door off any retirement home and you’ll probably find someone who better knows where he is.
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I’m 78-years-old and I know that I couldn’t handle the challenges of a campaign, even if I was ensconced in my basement and the only questions I got were softballs from friendly reporters. Democrats, please stop this before it is too late. We know how dangerous Trump can be, but do we know what Biden will do? Damn scary.
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