This morning I headed out the door in search of coffee while the kids slept in. Logan Square is a great neighborhood. I asked a mom with two little boys for directions and it turns out she used to live between Doylestown and New Hope… my most favorite part of the world. Her directions led me to the Sunday morning farmers market with all things organic, sustainable, and homemade.
Refusing to go to Starbucks I found The New Wave and stood in line with 13 other people for my iced coffee to go. There were people on their laptops; moms wi
th babies, funky dressed pierced students and a few folks reading the paper. Allyson, Tara, Laura and Geri Ann were there too, sitting around a steel top table knitting, sipping their coffee and clearly solving the problems of the world. Turns out, Allyson really is, one stitch at a time. Check out her site www.thesweatshopoflove.com and see what I mean.
I headed through the farmers market and past the Milshire Hotel (bedbug alert) and home. Ringing the doorbell did the trick in waking up the kids. This started a very slow ball rolling to get ready and out the door for downtown.
Since I am half Chicagoian, I am within legal political correctness to make this statement. Michigan Avenue is nothing but a gigantic outdoor mall. It’s like New Hope on steroids in chrome. Ew. A redeeming moment… we ran into Carolyn’s dance teacher and she broke into performance mode.
In Millennium Park we hit rain, by the time we made it to the Blues Festival who ever was singing “I Can’t Stand the Rain” was getting on my nerves. She was undercover and I was dripping wet. About face and onto the Blue Line. We headed back to the cozy apartment, picking up a jug o IPA at the Revolution Brewery on the way. We were just happy to be hanging out together.
