Three beautiful things of the week:

1. Last night we had a gorgeous thunderstorm between 8 and 9 at night. Rudi and I turned off all the lights in the Burrow and curled up together on the couch (with Della) to watch. The summer we realized we had feelings for one another, Rudi and I each had a large room with a wall of windows in the dorm we were staying in. Depending on whether the storm was coming from the north or the south (and usually it was from the south, over the Sound), we’d pile into each other’s rooms and watch the free light shows.

2. The plane that was due to come pick me up and bring me home on Tuesday got stuck in Virginia due to one of those aforementioned light shows, stranding me at O’Hare for an extra three hours. Thanks to my trusty cell phone, not only could I let Rudi know he should pick me up closer to midnight than 8 p.m., but I also got to talk to Karen for an hour. If I’m going to be stuck in an airport, it’s nice to know that I can just reach out and touch someone I know, even if they’re far away at the time.

3. When I woke up in my very own bed Wednesday morning, Jeremiah was curled up on the pillow around my head. I think he was trying to make sure that bad dreams and untimely wakefulness stayed away from me on my first night home.

There’s just something magical about summer thunderstorms. They’re the barbaric yawps of nature — untamed and untranslatable.

While I am glad Virginia got some of the rainfall it needed with tonight’s thunderstorms, I would have been happier if they’d come a little earlier in the day. Their timing kept my plane on the ground at Dulles instead of it being in Chicago, where I was waiting to board it. A touch more than a three-hour delay.

But I’m home now. There’s no place like it!

Friday was Rebs’ birthday and I let it go by without a call to her or a note here. I left a voicemail yesterday and today I hope to set the posting right here.

Rebs and I met my first year in college. Actually, my roomie, Eri, met her first and then introduced me to her.

Rebs quickly became a good friend. She came home with me at Thanksgiving, was with me the first time I was pulled over by a cop (we had loaded the Tin Can’s trunk too full of laundry to wash and had accidentally disconnected a brake light), and helped us cement friendships with Kim, Jason, and John by arriving early our sophomore year and doing the hard work of getting to know them. The rest of us just coasted along on her coat tails.

Rebs is introspective and steadfast, never forgetting remotely important anniversaries or birthdays. It’s hard to believe I’ve known her for nearly 13 years (wow, we’re old!), but it’s true.

After sticking out an extra year in New England with us, she returned home to her family, her true love, and her mountains in Vancouver, Washington. We rarely get to see her, so she may not think we remember her more often than our infrequent emails or phone calls would lead her to believe. But that’s just not true. I miss her whenever I see a plant I can’t identify, that I know she would know. I miss her on Thanksgiving when she’s not there to join the rest of the family. And I miss her whenever I think of the people who have played major roles in the story of my life but gone on fame in their own shows.

Happy Birthday, Rebs. I hope it was a good one.

“Would you like a free book for your library?”

“How much is it?”

“It’s free.”

“I don’t want to carry it.”

“We can send it to you if you give us your contact information.”

“How much is it if I want you to send it to me?”

“It’s free.”

“No. How much is it if you send it?”

“It’s free.”

“No…”

And so the morning went.

Actually, it was a very productive morning — much better than yesterday. One of our titles will probably be gone by midday tomorrow, which is a good thing. And some of the librarians are very nice and very excited when they finally realize we’re trying to give them quality, useful information for free. And they make up for the ones who pretend I’m invisible and inaudible.

Just a quick note — those people in line for ALA’s free internet look grumpy!

Yesterday I spent getting myself settled — both at the booth and here in town. I took a couple extra L trains than necessary to get to the convention center, but I made it here safe and sound.

I have explored the Magnificent Mile to the best of my abilities — a little too touristy and upscale for my tastes. But I did manage to stop by Lo-Cal Locale for a veggie dog before they’re shut down to make way for condos and by Giordano’s for stuffed pizza.

Tonight I head to Grant Park for the Taste of Chicago and a classical music concert. Tomorrow, maybe Navy Pier.

Keep your fingers crossed for a little more time to write — and a more thoughtful post later today or tomorrow.

In a disappointing move, the Supreme Court decided today in Kelo et al. vs. City of New London that a city may seize private property to give it to another private entity.

While generally I believe that the good of the many outweighs the good of the few, I was troubled by this case. The New London Development Corporation wanted to bulldoze people’s (owned, maintained, and unblighted) homes and small businesses in order to build a commercial development. I suppose it just strikes me in this instance that maybe this was a case of the good of the few vs. the possible good/possible bad of the many. Yes, New London needs to reach out and attract more businesses and tourists to its shoreline city. And, yes, the tax base does need to be bolstered. But this didn’t necessarily strike me as the best way to go about it.

The Court’s majority believed that a city generally has the overall best interest of its citizens at heart and that they would not knowingly put their citizens at risk simply for economic gain.

Oddly enough, it was the conservatives who ruled against big business and for the little guy. Justice Sandra Day O’Connor argued against uprooting families in order to accomodate wealthy and powerful developers: “Any property may now be taken for the benefit of another private party, but the fallout from this decision will not be random,” she wrote for the minority. “The beneficiaries are likely to be those citizens with disproportionate influence and power in the political process, including large corporations and development firms.”

Some New London residents say they will barricade themselves in their homes to avoid being pushed out.

This case has repercussions throughout the nation where thousands of residents face eminent domain for private development. The repercussions here in D.C. include the new baseball stadium, which stands to be built where private businesses currently exist.

Sufficed to say, I’m disappointed to see this turn of events.

This week’s trio of beautiful things:

1) Karen and I have known each other for 15 years now (half a lifetime). And I don’t see her nearly as often as I want to anymore because we now live 6 hours apart. But she’s always there when I need her — for those small, every-day kinds of needs (like staying on the phone with me when I’m feeling lonely or providing a supply of recipes for my new bread machine) as well as the catastrophic needs (like helping me pack up and move my life, twice).

2) Sarah’s favorite vegetable is the English pea (peapod pea), and her mom sent her a big box full of them yesterday. And Sarah was kind enough to share them with me as I was in a frenzy packing stuff up to ship to my conference in Chicago.

3) Rudi and I have joined a summer softball rec team, which starts up this weekend (hopefully). Last Saturday, after our bike ride, we stopped at Rose Park to toss the ball around. We weren’t always accurate, but we did have lots of fun. There’s just something rhythmic (and relaxing) about the back-and-forthness of it on a clear late-spring evening.

(via KW at bookish)

I head to Chicago for five days this weekend for a conference. In between trying to convince people that free health books written by a science organization are actually a worthy addition to their library collection (a post for another day), I will be exploring a city I’ve only spent one afternoon in before.

It’s cross-town baseball this weekend, but no tickets remain. The Taste of Chicago is taking place, as is a free classical music concert at Milennium Park so those are on my list already. And a video-game exhibit at the science museum holds potential interest. Other than that, I’m looking for ideas to fill my time.

Anyone got any suggestions? Restaurants worth checking out? Concert-worthy clubs? Favorite bike paths?