Just one of those days

Every so often I have one of those days. Not a day where everything goes right or everything goes wrong, but a day where I end up bruised and achy.

I knew it was one of those days where I turned around and bump into the counter, stubed my toe on the dog dish, droped the tub of frozen cookie dough on my foot, had my privates accidentally clawed when the cat jumped in my lap and hit the door while carrying a load of laundry. All that in the first two hours of my day.

I contemplated crawling back into bed. Then I realized that wouldn't be safe. The dog would probably jump on me or scratch my face trying to get me to play. I took a deep breath, put some band-aids in my pocket and forged forth. The only thing I plan to avoid is operation of heavy machinery.

What's next? Topless?

After we made the move to our new digs in the West Loop of Chicago, things in Lake Forest start to get interesting. Lake Forest just created a kid-free zone on their "public" beach. Actually, it's even a step further and no one under 21 is allowed.

My first thought is, how do you keep folks under 21 from wandering onto a portion of the beach? I wonder if it will be self regulated or has a barrier of some sort has been erected and one of the beach staff is checking id's to verify you are over 21.

Has Lake Forest thought of the potential consequences of such a change? Here are a few:

• A fake id ring will be surface for those teens desperate to get into the forbidden "over 21 Zone".
• With no children present, adults may strip down thinking it is clothing optional.
• Mothers, angered by the ban, might stage a series of protests (a breast feeding sit-in, dig tunnels to the other side and sneak their kids over to run about and shout or chant something like "Hey, Hey Let our kids play!")
• Horny adults might engage in amorous adventures on the beach

I may have Tim pick up a few issues of the Lake Forester so I can read the police blotter. I am certain this controversy will push housewives and nannies over the edge and an all out war may even erupt. Perhaps I should pack my skimpiest trunks and head up the beach to watch the action first hand.

I used to bee

I subscribe to the Angelic Organics community supported agriculture fresh vegetable delivery during the summers. Lesley Littlefield and Farmer John, the gentleman who runs Angelic Organics, created this humorous video about the dying bee populations.