Exene's sister is in town, had the pleasure of chauffeuring Exene to Wisconsin for a triathlon -- that is a duty I don't miss one bit, lemme tellya. She's going to be in town for several days, which'll be nice -- she'll be watching the boys for those days, which they'll love. They really dig her, and she's nice, seems to enjoy her time with her nephews, so it's good all around.
This was also the weekend of Summerfest and the Pride Parade (and by the look of it, a home game with the Cubs), so the city was super-packed (more so with the good weather bringing the suburbanites in like plagues of locusts). Anyway, the Pride Parade is fun, but it's not worth trekking up there with the boys at this point. Back in the 90s, when Exene and I lived right along the route and could simply step out of our building and sit curbside to watch the spectacle and catch all the throws, that was one thing -- but these days, it's more of a haul. Maybe next year. It's fun. And this year would've been especially raucous, what with the whole New York gay marriage thing going down. I'm sure the homophobes and Christianists are going to be going apeshit over this latest fracas, but what don't they go apeshit about?
Anyway, I've got a busy week ahead of me, and am thinking about catching "The Tree of Life" this week. I also may work in a trip to the Museum of Contemporary Art, which I haven't been to in a number of years. That should be fun/amusing (depends on what exhibits they have). I also need to get busy this week with finding homes for some of my books. I've been sidetracked from that for a month or so, dealing with other stuff, but I'm getting my feet under me again, schedule-wise, and will get busy with that.
Off to run a few errands, restock and resupply with groceries and what-not. Oh, and I was a super-trooper and did my laundry this morning (and folded all of it but the socks, which I've put off for the moment, as it involves me sorting through three different sizes: me, B1, and B2; mine are easy enough to tell, but the boys are kind of a jumble, sockwise, so I have to methodically go through all of that).
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| B2 dug this shirt, said "Daddy, cool shirt. I like it!" |
