We were chatting with a friend sitting on a bench taking in the grand lakefront scene; Lake Michigan, a bold, overwhelming powerful body of water, with beach-folk frolicking in the waves. An uncommonly wonderful day, warm with a nice breeze, blue skies with a few fluffy clouds. A lazy summer day that just seemed to elongate. Pleasure. A day of pleasure and leisure.
A woman and her daughter came walking down the path. They took one look at us and stopped in their tracks. The woman smiled at us, beaming a one-hundred-watt smile. "Can we take your picture? You two are just so "aesthetically pleasing." Ha. We both had to laugh at that one. Maybe a nicer way of saying, "you two are such odd-ball weirdos."
It's funny, we live in a neighborhood where people easily use words like aesthetically, and actually know what it means. We've lived here a long time, and we still feel like visitors, marginal folks living on the margins. It is a neighborhood of wealth & education. We are basically genial hustlers hanging on by thin threads.
Anyway, we posed, she clicked, and then they went on their way. Our friend on the bench shouted after them that the two of us had band, that we had an upcoming show in October on Halloween, and she added "I'm not their manager." Funny. We kind of wished she was our manager. We said our goodbyes and continued down the path. That was quite the little scene. It was an ever-expanding day. Definitely aethetically pleasing in all ways. A good one.
