Back again from a town I would not want to live in...

I made it back in time to avoid the first day that would bring snow to Chicago. That town is cold enough, both in climate and benevolence. To really get to know a town you have to use public transportation, sister said. We took the Greyhound bus for travels out of town. I have never seen so many poor people, clothes in shreds, unwashed, practically sleeping while standing and waiting for a bus. Sis swears that the number of homeless people has doubled the time she´s been here, and that it´s getting precarious for those without shelter now that the cold season has set in. This town is crazy. People are always in a hurry, things cannot go fast enough. Sister is glad she´ll be back to Germany soon. And I am glad, too, that I´ve seen my first snow of the new saison here, at home, though some of my beloved winter sweaters and jackets haven´t made it back, they are now in the possession of my niece. Apparently those were trendier than the things she brought with her to campus.
Hubby had organized workers who should have painted the living room and our kitchen while I was away. They did the living room and haven´t been seen since, so I fear we´ll have to do the rest by ourselves, and quickly so, because we´ll have guests from middle of December to who knows how long. Last time we talked departure day was January the fifth! Ah, relatives, they´re such a source of joy, at least some of them!