By William Shakespeare
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
And yet it may be said I lov’d her dearly;
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here ’s the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
On Saturday morning we had waffles and lots of other good stuff at the big breakfast buffet in the hotel, then drove on through Minnesota, stopping to walk by the Mississippi River when we reached it and then crossing into Wisconsin, where we ate lunch at a rest stop by the Wisconsin River. (It was disappointing not to have time to stop at the Spam Museum at the Hormel factory in Minnesota but somehow we recovered.) I read seven of the last eight chapters of 'Harry Potter' to the kids while we drove to Chicago, arriving in Illinois in the middle of Dumbledore's lengthy explanation of How Harry Got His Scar.
Once in Chicago we met up with Deborah (the same Deborah we saw in Terre Haute), drove to Hyde Park and had dinner at a Thai restaurant that Paul and I used to frequent when we were students at the U of C -- and where we had dinner with Deborah four years ago, passing though Chicago en route to Yellowstone. Afterwards, as is traditional when in Chicago, we walked down 55th Street and through the tunnel to Promontory Point, which juts out into Lake Michigan and features bike trails, a castle-like structure that people rent out for parties and lots of grass, trees and rocks for boys to climb. We picked huckleberries and walked along the rocky steps by the lake. The Museum of Science and Industry -- the last remaining relic of the 1893 World's Fair, the White City on the lake -- was under renovation and surrounded by cranes, but the skyline looked beautiful under the clear sky and the evening temperatures were beautiful.
After a brief sojourn on 53rd Street to see the Hyde Park parrots, a flock of monk parrots that took up residence in the trees of a local park many years ago and have thrived through the cold winters, we walked back to the car and drove back to the hotel where Paul took the boys for a quick swim while I showed Deborah pictures of our last two trips. She had brought us truffles, so we sat around eating chocolate. Tomorrow we're going to have breakfast and hang out and maybe go shopping a bit before we head out for camping in Ohio and then home on Monday night. I may be offline until Tuesday -- hope everyone is having a great weekend!
My older son silhouetted against the apartment complex where he lived during his first four months of life, with Lake Michigan and the Chicago skyline in the background.