Under "The Bean" in Chicago's Millennium Park.I think I may have started my weekend off on a bad foot. I rented a documentary that was truly unsettling. I'm not going to go into details, or even name the movie, as the disturbing layers are just too much, but I will tell you that the topic was suicide. Hmmm I bet some of you winced.
It's interesting how the subject is so taboo, so wrong, so disturbing. But, while this film truly blew me away, and not in the best way, I better understand the importance of empathy. So this whole weekend, I have been pondering such individuals that were so lost they decided to end their lives. How does one go there? How does one think this is an answer? And, maybe more importantly, instead of "the rest of us" thinking that such individuals couldn't hack life, everyone should understand that the human psyche is truly and incredibly delicate. So really I'm saying, let's all just be a tad bit nicer to one another, and I'm not talking to those in our lives already, but strangers on the train, the homeless on the street, etc. etc. etc!
To lighten things up.....
On Saturday my friend Leigh and I headed to the Chicago Antiques Art Fair. The Antiques Art Fair takes place the last weekends of the month, May-October. Here I am in a "fancy hat" in a favorite girly booth! The fair is often full of shiny objects, blasts from the pasts, and special pooches, such as this handsome fellow here.
His name is Rudy.
With aisles and aisles of antiques, inside and out, Leigh and I strolled throughout many eras and perused all the glittery treasures. We listened to a live band playing the fair, ate fair treats, and even came up with a new slogan "The Chicago Antiques Art Fair, where Tchotckies go to die."
But alas when it was all said and done the only true treasure we found was Mr. Rudy.
Leigh especially liked him, even if he did bark like a girl.
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look at the shoulder's on that handsome man-dog!
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