Thursday, July 1, 2010

Packing and Purging

Ok so I started this post Thursday when I was purging the house of books and clothes. Who knew we had so many books? I know I'm not fooling anyone who knows us--we knew we had a lot of books. But they went to friends, former students and our church, The Power Circle Congregation, aka the Miracle on 93rd street. Honestly, I got a wee bit distracted from the process when one of my friends--I'll just call her, "La Petite Diva (LPD),"--said she had great seats at The Cubs game and could I accompany her? While I don't know (or care to know) a thing about one of America's greatest passtimes, but how could I let down a friend in distress? Nor could I pass up the opportunity for girl-time, since my days in the Chi are numbered...Plus my high school BFF--I'll call her "Hyde Park Honey (HPH)"--came to town to help me pack, so we needed a little R&R after two days of work, right?

So LPD, HPH and I headed to Wrigleyville to hang out with the die hard Cubs fans. But I couldn't help wondering if all those people had jobs they ditched to have fun in the sun. Could they all be crunchy,Boho leftist academics like me? I'm guessing, NOT! But the three of us had a ball for the 1.5 hours we were there--beer and hot dogs (LPD said to hell with heartburn and threw back an all beef delicacy!)

After our afternoon of fun, we picked up the kids from camp, and headed to an ice cream social sponsored by the Hyde Park Chamber of Commerce. We were told that it was a FREE ice cream social by our firend--"Oak Bluffs Bambie" (OBB), who also brought her adorable toddlers. But it wasn't free, and we stayed anyway. The kids overdosed on gelato and dizzied themselves in the huge jumping thingie. My daughter and the toddlers mellowed themselves out by listening to the neo-folky sounds of two young women in Birkenstocks, playing miniature percussive plastic shakers and singing the likes of "Michael Rode Upon the Shore." By the time we left the park, everyone was in need of a shower, dinner, and a good night's rest. Ahhh, the dog days of summer:) xoxo, Patricia

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