Jordan was anywhere to be seen.Īfter a long and traffic-filled drive home, we took AJ to his baseball game. We remembered hearing a small boy call the statue “Michael Jordan,” because all bald statues look alike. We also looked unsuccessfully for the bust of George Solti that used to stand in front of the greenhouse, right by the bench where Mr. Spy climbed onto Will’s lap and I tried to take away his car keys. Spy and I back when we were first dating in which Mr. Afterwards we took a stroll through the grandmother’s garden, and visited Shakespeare, the site of a drunken scene between Mr. This was probably AJ’s favorite thing at the zoo, except perhaps for the hot dog he had there for lunch and the two seagulls we saw while he was eating it, who were fighting over a piece of bun. We also saw a zebra standing in a doorway and two monkeys squished into a window so small that one of the monkeys was pretty much sitting on the other one’s head. We watched sleeping lions, sleeping otters, sleeping monkeys, sleeping rhinos, and three camels sleeping in a row, their humps flopping over. We watched roadies building the stage while a generator belched black smoke into the air. But we managed to get out the door at a reasonably early hour and headed downtown to the Lincoln Park Zoo, which was plastered with signs advertising a concert there by Blondie next weekend. This morning we were all exhausted, but we got up early anyway. We’d almost forgotten that the Fourth will be here soon. On the drive home, we stumbled onto a fireworks display. We stopped by a statue to catch fireflies and look at the stars, which seemed huge. We left a little early because AJ was looking tired and it was already an hour past his bedtime. Or maybe that was the bottle of wine we were drinking. Spy and I picked for our first dance at our wedding, which made us nostalgic. The very first song that Pizzarelli played was the song Mr. Spy brought their baseball mitts and played catch while I watched a baby with just two teeth grin at me over his mama’s shoulder. Spy does work for sometimes to hear John Pizzarelli on an outdoor stage. In the evening, we packed a picnic and drove to a college that Mr. Thereafter they stuck to the three story obstacle course and the giant slide. And they were laughing hard until the end when TBAS tried to stand up and found he was rather pale and wobbly. When AJ dragged TBAS onto the Tilt-a-Whirl and TBAS was looking nervous, AJ patted him on the back and told him it would be okay. Every time he would need to take a rest to turn from green back to pink again, AJ would sit with him, not wanting to go on any rides without him. The Boy Across the Street was having trouble with the rides, which almost all went around in circles at high speeds. They ran in packs from ride to ride, sharing cotton candy out of one very sticky bag. And Saturday AJ got to go to his Pokemon club and then I took him to our town’s annual carnival where we ran into every other kid from our neighborhood. So Friday night, we let AJ stay up later than usual running around the yard with his friends. But we’re feeling the need to squeeze as much fun as possible into these last days before AJ’s laid up with a tonsillectomy. It has been a whirlwind of a weekend, at least by our usual hermit-like, misanthropic standards.
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