While I’m at it, here is another post that’s been on “draft” status for a while. This one is from my labor day travels to Chicago.
I’ve been to Chicago many times now, yet each time I discover things that take me by surprise. For instance, I onced assumed that I wouldn’t need pants to frolic in Chi-town during the summer; late June I think it was. I took summer dresses, flip flops, shorts, and I even packed a swimsuit. But alas, Chicago wasn’t ready to see my bare shoulders and callused toes because it turned out to be cold as heck. It was frigid to be exact. My fingers were turning purple and I was afraid the goosebumps on my legs might become permanent. I reluctantly walked into a GAP and bought a pair of “chinos”, the likes of which I already had back home. sigh
The most recent trip in November turned out to be the exact opposite. I packed my boots, my coat, my scarf and other necessary cool weather accessories. The weekend turned out to be hot as hell. I was sweating just trying to go to the bathroom.
But such is life; my life at least. I suppose I could check the weather forecast before packing, but that would take away from the surprise of discovering something new.
Labor Day weekend 2009 was an exceptionally warm weekend in Chicago. Additionally the entire city was engulfed in fog. It was a sight unseen. The fog, resembling a down pillow, made it appear that the city was not yet ready to get out of bed. This juxtaposed with its citizens who were up and about flocking to the farmer’s market, bathing in Lake Michigan, and running and biking. I was in awe.