Another beautiful weekend in Chicago. I think I can finally forgive summer for being in the 70s all the time.

My parents came to visit and thank Wotan the weather was good. They're nice, interesting, independent-spirited and well-traveled -- they belong on the cover of Modern Maturity -- but they're a lot harder to entertain than, say, Colliculus's more sedate 'rents. When they came to visit us in P-viddy it poured and my dad was restless and irritable. When we went to Europe you couldn't suggest anything to my dad without him saying, "Why don't we just walk." My mom and I tried to explain that one could "just walk" to places of interest, or "just walk" while window shopping or even really shopping, but no dice. So this time I said:

"How about Mom, Darling Angel and I go shopping on Michigan Avenue and Colliculus and Dad can go for a long walk through the city? Colliculus LOVES to walk."

This turned out to be outstanding for all involved. At least, it was outstanding for me and I didn't ask anyone else too many questions beyond a polite, "Did you have fun? That's great."

Next weekend we're going to P-viddy because Colliculus's colleague needs somebody to fly his pug there. Heh heh . . . "fly his pug" totally sounds like some obscure perversion.

 

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