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.



Sometimes people read this

Surprise, surprise. Someone was talking to me about "reading my blog," and I thought, "Wow! Maybe I should write things." I'm due for my semi-weekly update.

I've been busy. I realized lately, as I was saying yes to several opportunities that would conveniently slot into my free chunks of time, that I like to have things to do all the time. I only need a couple hours of sit-at-home-time a week. Not everyone is like this, which I have to remember when, say, family members come to visit. I'll never forget the time my family came to visit and I dragged them all over the city to show them all the funnest, most exciting things I could think of, only to have Julia sadly remark at the end of the day that we never got a chance to just hang out in my house.

What I really like to do when I have free time to myself is what I did yesterday morning. I woke up and managed to get a load of laundry in (why it is so difficult to make this happen I'll never know). Then I biked over to Lovely, my most favoritest coffee shop, where I finished my book and got into new music they were playing and found a fabulous book about Chicago and spots around neighborhood as described by kids: A Sunday Afternoon Hotdog Meal. Check out some snippets here. I love this book. THEN, I went to Tomoko's yoga class which I love. And THEN I biked to Rapid Transit to get a new seatpost, but they didn't have it, so they called the guys at Boulevard Bikes, and so I biked up there, and all the bikey guys I dealt with were really nice and I felt all cool, and with a new longer seatpost my NEW BIKE is totally awesomagical. Then I went to work, and it was fun.

Yeah dudes. I got another bike. It's a little old Schwinn Sprint, converted to a single gear. It is red and spunky, and will be my icky weather/lock-up-outside-a-bar bike. I named it Roxanne. I also named my good bike: Lucy.

Anyway, I had this nice Tuesday morning to myself, which was especially nice since I will supposedly be working for these people on Tuesday mornings starting next week. They're just starting up and we'll see if the music classes are gonna run, but it will be interesting to start something new.

Lotsa stuff happened since last I wrote: Magnetic Fields at OTS, Ben's fantasy baseball draft and corresponding influx of friends to Chicago, dinner at Feed with Mike and Ben, women's short film festival with Dan and Natasha, scary bike rides through drunken hordes on St. Patrick's weekend, Haley Bonar/Coat concert at Schuba's, birthdays and music making with Tom the banjo player, my 26th birthday (miracle no-wait brunch at M. Henry, drive to Tosa, Weinbrrg family silliness, Mom's tasty dinner), Easter in Tosa and Madison, dentist appointments, Meara's birthday at Tuman's, many 1st and 2nd year old professional birthday parties, dinner with Taavo and Meredith at Cozy Noodle, broken and fixed ignition on car, excellent birthday gathering at the Hungry Brain, hungover brunch with Taavo Meredith Meara and Alan, a Baba Man0uche gig at Northeastern, and much continued cuteness from Adeline.

It's been a festive, busy time. And the sun is out! I'm gonna walk to the bank.

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