What a difficult month it’s been. A horror.
Work, exams, assignments, litigation, catastrophic flooding to my house, unrequited love …..and some news yesterday made me sick to my stomach.
I worked at the gym until 12.30 and then came home, had lunch with my kids, mowed the lawn, crying like a baby the whole time. A lawnmower will drown that stuff out.
I unwillingly live way out in the smug conservative desolation of the western suburbs of Chicago, and havent’ had time to make the trek to my beloved Promontory Point since March.
My dear friend Evmo was not b-s’ing when he said an immersion was in order. I sent the kids to their babysitter and drove in for a dip. I sped like a demon. Sometimes it’s nice just to take the lid off and let Nigel, my Mini, rip. And hope there are no cops. I was lucky this time
The Point was alive and throbbing with people out in the beautiful weather (20 degrees cooler than festering Naperville!). When I finally parked and walked out to the Point, here’s what I saw:
If you are a born and bred beach baby from Australia, relocated many years ago to a cornfield in the arse end of Illinois, you’ll understand the emotional reaction I experienceevery single time I see this.
I took the temperature. 60. Goddam. Walked around to the north side to see if anyone I knew was there could watch my stuff. No, but this was the view.
I needed a wee and it was getting late so I just dumped my bag and got in. No cap, no goggles.
it was like i’d stripped off my clothes and slipped between a pair of cool, smooth sheets…….