Off the fandom circuit, my visit home was pleasant. :) I got to see all of my siblings at various points, and a few of my friends back home. I also went to four regional parks in four days; all of which were familiar and fun. I love that when I came back to San Diego all of my clothes smelled like campfire smoke and lake water.
My mother called yesterday to tell me that I may be whisked off to the Orange County Buddhist Church for the seventh-day memorial of my Uncle Mitch. My Uncle Mitch is, indeed, not my uncle but my grandmother's mother's cousin's son? Or something. That was never entirely clear.
She put my brother on the phone, then. He's alone at home right now, because my other two sisters are off backpacking somewhere. So I asked him how he liked being an only child.
"I get to eat all the food!" he said. "When I wake up in the morning, there's still naan in the lower drawer."
- baked a pizza with my two youngest siblings, Dylan (age 13) and Griffin (age 10)
- went sailing on my dad's new old sailboat. It's red and its name is Pony.
- Oh, and there was a peacock on the roof. As a sidenote.
This is in addition to the feral pig my mother hit with her car a few weeks ago, the kingsnake that they found in the hallway, inside the house last week, and the gigantic blue agave that recently bloomed. This plant blooms every 50 years:
My mother summarized it best in a text message that read, "Wild kingdom never ends."