Work itself was REALLY quiet once the needy realtor left. I had barely gotten in the door before she barraged me with questions that I didn't have the immediate answers to because Wilmette is not run like the LP office where I usually work. Let me sit down with some coffee and figure this out. Because I will find the answer even if I don't have it IMMEDIATELY.
Was delighted to see the Cubs not only won, but won decisively because they played well. Maybe all the dug-out angst and Sweet Lou's fabulous tantrum just put everything back in line. And though I didn't watch the grand slam, it was still nice to see big numbers in the box score.
As I was driving back from work, Kallisti called to see if I wanted to go back to Mayfest. And if I was interested, if I could swing by the Belmont-Sheffield festival and pick him and a friend up. I guess they tried to train over to Lincoln Square but the CTA had stopped all Brown line trains north. Since it was on my way, I didn't mind rescuing them from the rain. The rain was weird. It had been alternately bright and gray all day, and very muggy. Finally, just as I was leaving work at 5 (the cicadas had gotten a bit quiet), it just poured. What was strange was that it was raining and sunny. Which produced a gorgeous double rainbow over the Lake, which I tried to snap as I drove down LSD. If the photos come out, I will post them.
(oh look, I did manage to snap it!)Picked up the boys and headed west to Lincoln Square for Mayfest Round 2. Fortunately, I still had my mug in the car. We reloaded the mug and watched all the people in lederhosen (from little kids to overgrown adults with beer guts hanging out between the straps). Kallisti was jonesing for some brat & kraut, and I was just really hungry. So yesterday, I discovered that I like brats with mustard. Not so much with the kraut even in context (the potato salad was also damn tasty, with chunks of ham). And Kallisti swears he can do an even better brat, Sheboygan style, which he outlined in great detail. But I was not able to persuade him of the wonders of putting mustard on your pretzels. As he tried locating more people to play at Mayfest, he scored a dinner invite for us.
(Kallisti mid-brat)Working on a Sunday, then going out has me thinking today should not be Monday. I get confused easily.
And the computer has put the lock-down on me again. Must take care of this problem, which is wholly unacceptable to an easily bored, email-addicted summer receptionist.
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