Eve & I went for manicures on Friday, to a new place. The grooming was A+, the painting not so much, but that is ok because I rarely get color, and I only did it Friday to be 100% All-In Girls' Outing. Then I didn't have time to dry & dry & dry, so it smudged before nightfall. But my hands have never looked so good without clipping & her shaping is 110%, so I will definitely return.
Then I bought a pair of Birkenstock's Arizona sandals to wear with socks. I'll let you know how that works out.
Saturday was for crossing state lines to Norma & her store. I was there to buy some doilies & look for a new vase. En route to the doilies, I stumbled across a new vintage cookbook, a moonstone pendant, and an ocean jasper bracelet (not photographed bc I hae had it on my wrist every waking hour since its purchase). When I returned, the kids were out and Mari was helplessly in search of a haircut appointment. His regular guy is somewhere else & only I held that key. I hold a lot of keys & wear a bunch of hats, you know. So we did that, and stopped by the pasticciera, somewhere there was a fencing bout, idk.
Sunday, we lazed around & talked about the Haymarket Affair. I learned some things, reading about it again with the children: 1. It is always presented very sensationally, even in Chicago, that the bomb thrown on May 4, 1886, was the first dynamite bomb ever. Sure, but ok: dynamite was brand-new. Ok. 2. I knew, one thread of history in each hand, that the events of May 4 set back the labor movement for decades and that the work toward the 8-hour workday was not complete until the 1930s, but I never saw the timelines fit together.
I never heard the nomenclature Haymarket Riot until I moved East. It just is not presented that way back home. Mostly, because it was a terrible tragedy -- a total of 13 people were killed between May 1 and May 5, plus the men who were not fairly tried & executed, an additional 4, and the condemned Louis Lingg, who comitted suicide, for a total of 18 deaths. Then the terribleness of the trial is just par for the terribleness of Chicago's corruption & perjury for all of the bleakest history. Then, it was just a dark interlude for the rights of the proletariat. Anyhow. If you know, you alredy know, because I have laid it on you long into the night. If you don't, then you can use Google to read about it for yourself. The Chicago Historical Society is laudable for many reasons, maybe one of them is their internet repository (I, in fact, do not know.)
I do love this book, a lot. I bought it last year while I was at home & finished it on the long return train ride.
Today, May 5, is another of the world's most misunderstood holidays, but I just can't help everyone with everything. Come over & have coffee already.
My unsolicited opinon is that Benito Juárez is history's hottest president and that the Battle of Puebla is the most tough-guy, bare-knuckled beatdown of the entire 19thc & if I remember correctly, Ignacio Zaragoza was pretty easy on the eyes, too, which makes him like Brad Pitt as Tyler Durden + the incomprehensible guy played by Pitt in Snatch, at once.
I am going to get back to homekeeping now. Je vous adore.