It’s winter. Yay! Yayyyyyy.
Okay, so it’s winter. I work in downtown Chicago. It seems like every skyscraper in the downtown area has some variation of the signage above.
These signs have always bothered me. Essentially, they are saying, if you choose to walk here, you may get hit in the head by a hunk of ice falling off our ginormous building. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!
Is this supposed to be helpful? Is it some attempt at avoiding legal liability for pedestrian injuries or property damage? Do buildings have any liability for damaged sustained from falling ice? How many building-ice injuries are sustained on a yearly basis?
Are these warning signs an indication that one should find another path to a destination? These signs don’t seem to have that effect. People don’t take them seriously. Also, given the fact that every building seems to put these signs on their sidewalks, I think it would be largely impossible to find a clear non-falling-ice path.
My twins turn 9 tomorrow. I got them two presents each. I hope they like them. They aren’t fancy, or big, or expensive, or anything.
This is their first birthday after my divorce. I don’t know what it’s like growing up with divorced parents. I don’t have any idea.
I know people can turn out great growing up in divorced households. I know that what’s important is being a loving parent, and giving your kids love, and giving them a safe and happy environment. You don’t need to tell me that.
I don’t want to be married to the person whom I was married to for 10 years (Fun fact: 10th anniversary happened 6 days before the divorce was final). I don’t want her back, ever. She did awful things to me; things I can’t forget.
But, here’s this. I wish I could have given my kids a mom and dad to grow up with. I wish I could have given them that. I wish, I wish, I wish.
Happy birthday, kids. I love you so much.
I like my blog. I feel disconnected from the Internet lately.
I don’t like Facebook.
Twitter has lost some appeal for me.
I miss my blog.