Holidazed

Red Moon Theater's latest outdoor spectacle

Usually the long weekends that bookend the summer are pretty tame for me. Either I'm alone and everyone I know is traveling out of town, or I'm dating someone and we spend the entire time together, doing mostly date-type things.

This Labor Day weekend was different. Lots of variety, lots of activity, lots of different people. Six meals outdoors (a new record), including two picnics and a bbq. Some bike riding, some sun, and a road trip that included four solid hours of hiking. (Or maybe "hiking," since 70% of the paths at Starved Rock are paved or boardwalked, which only encourages huge extended families to bring everyone from nana to baba, with the accompanying strollers, crutches and wheelchairs.)

Plus a reunion with an old friend, a crazy outdoor show/spectacle at the Lakefront just down the street from me, and, of all things, a wiffle ball tournament that has me absolutely in traction today. It hurts when I sneeze. (Someone today said I shouldn't swing so hard. Now they tell me.)

And some date time to boot. Along with a decent amount of alone time, catching up on reading and vacation planning.

So an excellent weekend. And yet I feel vaguely ... unsatisfied.

Dummy.