And there it is...that long, uncomfortable silence. It's the weather I tell you, I have no choice but to blame it on the weather.
Summer is finally here, and it seems that no matter where my intentions are my brain has been hardwired to acknowledge that annual childhood tradition: chilling out during summer vacation.
I'm here to admit to you that I've been on break.
I know, believe me, I know...I'm not a kid anymore, and I have to get moving, but oh, the weather, this GORGEOUS sunshiny, flowers-blooming, bird-singing weather. It's different here in Chicago than anywhere I've ever lived before, the summer comes here for like 20 days each year and I kid you not Chicagoans treat it like religion...and I've been sucked in. I vow to you that this summer I will take a photo of THE PALM TREES THAT ARE PLANTED AT OAK STREET BEACH EACH YEAR. Yes, every year...a sun-loving species that doesn't even get enough sun here to survive the whole summer. Sacrifice. Religion I tell you, religion.
Anyway, I'm also here to let you know I'm getting my rear in gear. I'm planning on several good, super-productive weeks here at the Studio coming up immediately...and I promise to keep you updated. But for the weekend Martin and I are driving downstate to see his parents and about a hundred-million-gazillion ears of corn.
Signing off for now...
-c
P.S. - I'm blogging from the road (literally), so I'm looking at a 2" screen and tapping alpha-numeric buttons that don't even exist...do me a favor and cut me a little slack on the spelling and such just for this post...OK? Thanks!
