A week in Illinois, part 2
We moved at a pretty slow pace in Illinois. What activities we did were performed slowly. We slept about ten hours each night. One evening we drove over to Oglesby to have dinner at Sam’s Pizza. Sam works the front, his mom makes pizza dough in the back.
If I were a photographer I’d share pictures of the abandoned cement factory that we pass on the way to Oglesby. In the right hands it would be an interesting study.
The moon was coming up over the pastures and cornfields on the way home. Passed by some cattle, evening grazers enjoying a little dinner. They had tiny phosphorescent eyes that glowed in the dark.
My brother-in-law Brian has been working on a green flame paint job for his car. Brian is Nicole’s brother and I took a picture of them with the car. When we sent that photo to Brian I wanted to be in the picture with them so I pasted myself in.
When anyone is home at Nicole’s pa’s house, their dog Jane is allowed to come inside. If no one is home she has to stay out in her pen, otherwise she whiles away the time indoors shredding things, chewing stuff to pieces.
One night we went to dinner at a steak place with Nicole’s pa, his girlfriend Dixie, her son Nick, my brother-in-law Brian and his wife my sister-in-law Tracy. My steak was overly seasoned, but at this place you pick your own piece of raw meat out of the refrigerator (visible in the background) and cook it yourself on the big grill. When folk asked how I liked my steak I said, “It’s perfect! A real professional job. Next time, if you like, I'll cook yours for you.”
If I were a photographer I’d share pictures of the abandoned cement factory that we pass on the way to Oglesby. In the right hands it would be an interesting study.
The moon was coming up over the pastures and cornfields on the way home. Passed by some cattle, evening grazers enjoying a little dinner. They had tiny phosphorescent eyes that glowed in the dark.
My brother-in-law Brian has been working on a green flame paint job for his car. Brian is Nicole’s brother and I took a picture of them with the car. When we sent that photo to Brian I wanted to be in the picture with them so I pasted myself in.
When anyone is home at Nicole’s pa’s house, their dog Jane is allowed to come inside. If no one is home she has to stay out in her pen, otherwise she whiles away the time indoors shredding things, chewing stuff to pieces.
One night we went to dinner at a steak place with Nicole’s pa, his girlfriend Dixie, her son Nick, my brother-in-law Brian and his wife my sister-in-law Tracy. My steak was overly seasoned, but at this place you pick your own piece of raw meat out of the refrigerator (visible in the background) and cook it yourself on the big grill. When folk asked how I liked my steak I said, “It’s perfect! A real professional job. Next time, if you like, I'll cook yours for you.”
Later back at the house I snuck out of bed and got a snack when I was supposed to be asleep.
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