If I Only Had A Blog

I could while away the hours, conferrin with the flowers, consultin with the logs. And my head I'd be scratchin while my thoughts were busy hatchin if I only had a blog. I'd unravel every riddle for any individ'le in trouble or in fog. With the thoughts I'd be thinkin, I could be another Lincoln if I only had a blog. I would not be just a nuffin, my head all full of stuffin, my heart all full of smog. I would dance and be merry; life would be a ding-a-derry if I only had a blog.



The living is easy

My favorite season has always wavered between spring and fall. But no longer.

Summer.

Summer is the greatest. Summer in Chicago is especially the super awesome greatest. This is why we bother living here the other 9 months of the year. I'll take the heat. Everything is so great.

This summer I've been biking everywhere with my little guitar strapped to my back, pink sunglasses on, t-shirt, cutoff jeans, chucks. Playing music on street corners. Getting inspired to write songs. Dancing with kids at Millennium Park. Sitting outside at night. Ice cream-- with fresh organic milk and strawberries! Watching terrible-but-fun action movies. Playing a set at a bike-safety event. Getting caught in the rain, only to have it eventually melt back into beautiful sunshine. Drinking beers. Eating grilled food. Heart to hearts with old and new friends. Phone conversations on a stroll down the street. Learning harmonica in the car. Frisbee. No coat, no purse. Saying yes and filling up every minute of these long beautiful days.

Mmmmm hmmmmm.