Since last time . . .

[mojosmom]

A couple of weeks ago, I went to the Chicago Air and Water Show, a big, noisy deal on the lakefront. Ordinarily, I'd never go, as it would entail fighting crowds on the beaches. But I was invited to a private event on the Rooftop Terrace of Navy Pier, with lots of yummy food, and far enough from the main action to carry on a conversation. It was actually quite fun watching the planes and the boats:


This past weekend was the annual Chicago Jazz Festival. There was a tribute to Ella Fitzgerald at Millennium Park on Thursday, another concert with Latin jazz and Roy Haynes on Friday, and then the main stuff all weekend. It threatened rain both Saturday and Sunday, and actually drizzled a bit on Friday, so the crowds were not as large as usually until later Sunday afternoon. I didn't stay late to the Saturday/Sunday evening concerts, but enjoyed both afternoons immensely, as always.

Other than that, I've been reading a lot. I seem to be on a 19th-century novel kick, having just finished Wilkie Collins' Hide and Seek and being on my third (!) Trollope. I may move on to Henry James and Edith Wharton after this.

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[islandmomma.livejournal.com]

The jazz sounds marvelous. When I read your posts about the goings-on in Chicago I am always jealous (as I know I've said before!), and the thing which strikes me about this is how "summery" it is. It kind of made me miss the seasons, if that makes sense, knowing you have this round of events and occasions to suit the weather, and soon it will turn to autumn and then to winter, each season bringing its own, distinct pleasures.