Well, vacation hasn’t exactly been what we expected. Our hope was that heading south for a few days would bring warm weather and give Chicago a few days to warm up before we headed north for a three-day stint at Wrigley. We headed for the the lake Saturday afternoon. The folks arrived a few hours before us to discover that the well had issues and the propane tank had a leaked over the winter and was bone dry. That meant no water and no heat with unseasonably frigid temperatures.
So, we were roughing it for a few days as we raked/burned leaves and got the playhouse opened up for the summer season (if summer actually arrives – the jury is out on that one). The day time temps were in the 50s but the night got down to just about freezing. We were able to finally get water on Sunday, but with no propane we couldn’t heat it. We ate out and spent Sunday evening down the cove at Captain Ron’s listening to a bluegrass band and staying warm. The propane truck finally arrived late Monday morning and we finally got some heat. So, our weekend was a lot like camping. We gathered fire wood and kept a fire going for warmth.
Things didn’t get any warmer when Wendy and I headed to Chicago. Last night was Wendy’s first visit to Wrigley Field and it was the Windy City’s idea of a sick joke. Our seats were high on the left field upper deck and the cold winds off the Lake were blowing right in our faces as the wind chill dipped to freezing as the Cubs lost to the Brewers 10-7.
Things are supposed to warm up today…but not much (sigh).
Happy Birthday to me.