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Entry date: 1-28-2023 - Saturday, In the Park - Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,

I love that early Chicago stuff, especially "25 or 6 to 4" and "Saturday In The Park" and "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is." Years ago I bought the Chicago IX record on CD at Walmart when I found it in one of their $5 bins. It didn't leave my CD player in the car for weeks.

Say what you want, but those were really well crafted songs and I dig a lot of their early stuff. I have mentioned this before, I know, and fairly recently, too, so maybe that's why they are on mind for a Saturday blog. I don't know. Maybe it was the week I had and I just need some comfort riffage to get me ready for the weekend.

The natives were restless this week. My three little ADD dudes were on fire all week. If I had a dollar for every time they said my week this week to get my attention, I could take the rest of the year off. When they want me to look at them or at something they are working on, they could care less what else is going on or whether or not I am in conversation with another student, teacher, or whoever.

Back in the Casa days, a teacher who I really respected quite a bit taught me a trick that helps with these kinds of situations. I give them a few paperclips each morning and tell them something like, "Every time you get out of your seat without permission" or "Every time you interrupt me, you have to give me a paper clip. When you're out of paper clips, you're out of luck."

It works like a charm. I just need to remember to give them their paper clips next week. The last couple of days I forgot and I paid the piper.

Next week will be better.


Regrettably, I didn't attend the No Volcano show last night. I wanted to go really badly, but I just didn't have the energy to be out passed 9pm. Teresa got her wisdom teeth out yesterday and Liam started to come down with something, so it just seemed best to stay in and go to bed early.

My cat, Lucy, has been doing this thing lately where she kind of perches on the couch behind me as I write. It's very cute. She snuggles into the back of my neck or decides I need a little grooming. The latter is not fun, but I dig the snuggling.

The closeness is not really new. She often makes a point of sitting on my lap each evening, if possible, and likes to have her time with me. She even lashes out any of the other animals pretty violently if they try to horn in on "her time." She's pretty much a bitch the rest of the time, too, so I don't know why I am so lucky.

It feels like I have chronicled this behavior before. I really need to keep more detailed notes on what I write about...or maybe not. I don't know. It's all running together. I hope it seems fresh for you, dear reader.


Yep, I just love "Saturday In The Park." That line about the guy "Singing Italian songs" gets me every time. It's such a breezy riff, too. I wish I had that song structuring ability. I wouldn't know what to do with a horn section to save my life. "Can you dig it? Yes, I can. I've been waiting such a long time for today."

See you soon. Maybe even tomorrow.

Good times in Illinois....speaking of Chicago.

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