Still haven’t quite shaken off the sickness–I have a lingering stuffy nose and, I’m guessing, some sort of infection as I have some swelling going on of the lymph nodes or somesuch. Yes, I should probably go to the doctor at some point.
The past two weeks have been a blur… I don’t know exactly where the time went. I could say that having my life effectively upended has been progressively hitting me in stages, and that I really just need to regroup… I’d like to start by once again having a car to call my own. I’ll be doing some test drives this weekend, and maybe one of them will tickle my fancy. After that, I can work on another ‘pooter and another camera.
A four-day weekend turned into a full-blown week off from work thanks to the onset of flu-like symptoms… but luckily the sickness held off until the end of the holiday weekend.
Friday night (July 2nd) saw another get-together for sushi and anime, with a very special non-GE employee joining the folks for a fine evening filled with nigiri, sashimi, and maki.
Saturday found our heroes in Minooka Park for a dose of mosquito bites and some good ol’ fashioned picnicing before valiantly attempting to rush back to Chicago for the Independence Eve fireworks in Grant Park. However, weather and the Fates conspired to keep them from their appointment with a very fine light show.
Sunday was a beautiful day, the skies sporting a beautiful mix of sun and clouds; the perfect weather to accompany an afternoon spent in the park listening to the Old 97s, They Might Be Giants, and the Counting Crows with some old high school friends. Then it was off to the fountain and a brief stroll along the waterfront before finding a place to await the Navy Pier fireworks show–which got off to a late start but nonetheless did not fail to please.
Monday saw very little–some driving, some tile shopping, dinner at the Grand Lux Cafe, and finally completing an unfinished viewing of “Charade.”
Tuesday was a day for tripping down memory lane. After spending sometime in Montrose Beach near E. coli-infested waters, our heroes basked in the sunlight for a time, imparting one with a painfully red sunburn and leaving the other just a shade darker; then headed to the northwest side to visit our Chicago native’s grade school and then 40 miles into the western suburbs for a trip down high school memory lane and dinner at the Colonial Cafe with the temptation of a Kitchen Sink…
All in all, a good weekend.