Fall Waning Back to School Moon
Over to Sushi/Hot Wok for supper. Lee waited on me with the kind of deference and almost invisibility that only Japanese can manage. The food was good, I looked out over Michigan Avenue toward Millennium Park.
Here’s a weird note. Suddenly my right hip has begun to act up. Made being on my feet for a long time or going for long walks painful. Tired tonight as a result.
Got a recommendation for a jazz place, The Backroom, but the first show starts at 9:00 pm. We don’t have anything that starts at 9:oo pm in Andover. The concierge gave me a promotional pass for the $20 cover charge and it’s only a $6 cab ride away, but I find myself unwilling to get up and go.
I have these odd notions of frugality. If I spend money getting somewhere, I should see as much as I can. That leads me to overdo it. So, I feel guilty about not going. I also turn off my cell phone to save the battery. I discovered Kate thought it was because I didn’t want to talk to anybody. Well, maybe a little, but more the frugality part.
The energy here is good. The city is busy, people rushing here and there with serious intent, a few loitering, one older black man sitting on his soft-sided suitcase, head in his hands. The trains rattle by overhead and the Lake sends in a breeze from not far away. Buildings here reach up, they do scrape the sky.
