though we had looked at the schedule of events, we didn’t make any plans to go to ravinia. so it was completely spontaneous.

it had been a helluh week and the weather had broken…suddenly an evening forecast with 70 degrees and clear. we looked at each other – two mighty frugal artists – and jumped in.

bought the tickets online and started to pack the picnic bag – a tiny charcuterie table with wineglass holders, a cooler section for all the goodies. cheese, olives, bing cherries, watermelon, crackers, tabbouleh, a bottle of apothic, cloth napkins, corkscrew, forks and spoons. a couple blankets in a tote bag and our two unmatched bagchairs and we were ready. i ran back in to get a jelly jar and a couple tealights.

took the backroads down and – since i haven’t been there in like at least 15 years – asked siri to take us to parking. siri didn’t bother asking us if we were ravinia donors – which we aren’t – so she directed us to the wrong parking lot. we followed the other non-donors to the highland park metra station to hop on a shuttle bus that took us to the park. phew. a bit of a rigamarole, but oh so worth it.

it was while we were spreading our blankets and setting up our site under the trees and speakers we could hear the first strains of the chicago symphony orchestra. the music of carole king, carly simon and joni mitchell floated over us as we settled in, the cool evening falling around us.

it was a good thing. we had hit critical mass. too many stresses and not enough play, not enough stretching, not enough out-getting. we walked the park, passing more elaborate setups than our own, groups of friends talking, laughing, eating, listening. we stood at the pavilion and watched the orchestra, feeling it rise and fall close up. there is something about an orchestra under the stars that is breathtaking, like the way it is supposed to be. it was balm for the weary, something to sink into.

the guy on the path nearby was singing oh-so-out-of-tune as he passed by, the strains of carole king’s you’ve got a friend loudly broadcast as he walked with large arm gestures and a little bit of dance. he was loving it. you could tell.

and so were we. the cso is wise. like many symphony orchestras around the country, it is finding its audiences shrinking. so it’s trying to regain relevance. playing recognizable vintage pop music – by women – with singers, the evening spoke to thousands of people who came, blanket or bagchair sat, charcuteried, sang along. you could feel a thread of commonality, a gentleness that seemed like kindness – people were smiling.

it was good for our souls. under a big waxing gibbous moon and the cool blanket of breezes, we took deep breaths. it doesn’t take much. but it begs being attended to. being out and about, in the presence of fine musicians and an appreciative audience, we were fed. an artist date. so needed.

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