Chicago Bound

This week has been a bit busy as I’m preparing to leave for Chicago tomorrow for 9 days. I wish it could be for more. But with Chris traveling as he is, it’s a bit difficult to be gone more than a week. It’s nice to know that I’m needed!

I gave Maddie her first shave in France. With our afternoon walks along the Seine, I thought a shorter “doo” would do her good. But yesterday, for her first outing, she seemed sluggish and overheated. They say sometimes the fur protects the animal from heat exhaustion. For Maddie, that’s never been the case. I’m beginning to think we’re not the only ones who’ve changed in Paris.

We had dinner with Xavier on Wednesday night before he headed to Amsterdam to see his newfound friend he found in Madrid. Who knows what goodies he’ll get this weekend since his host works for Armani. I told him to be on the lookout for two things: (1) a small bracelet, preferably in brown and (2) The attractive Australian we met in Madrid. Both would make me quite happy!

I started packing on Thursday. It is common for me to forget something. So, I was determined to avoid my usual pratfalls. It’s Friday, 1:14 p.m., and I think I’m set. With the gym not opening until 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, I won’t be able to go. This unfortunate timing conflict saves me from running around in the morning with the usual consequence of forgetting my iPod, toiletries kit or other item I use while at the gym.

We’re getting ready to see Superman. The critics seem to agree it’s good. Consumers, on the other hand, are mixed regarding the superheroes rebirth. My expectations are low so I’m excited to see the film. And with our monthly movie membership, we must see two movies a month to justify our 18-euro/month charge. Yes, it’s cheap - especially if you see a move or two every week. But lately, I’ve found myself unable to go. Now that I’m beginning work on a McDonald’s Quarterly Newsletter, I’m focusing my energy on completing the project by the end of July, first part of August.

So, until my return on the 26, enjoy the summer. I’m somewhat leery of posting this entry as I don’t like to leave voice mails, etc. before flying. I partially blame USA Today for my feelings. They seem to always print stories describing letters received after the tragedy. And I don’t’ want my fame to come from such grave circumstances. With that being said, here’s to a follow-up post once I’m back in Paris.