Eldest Aunt (Aunt-Fayoumis) is turning 70 ergo there is a family reunion at her place.
Guide Dog Aunt decided we would drive down (after some hesitation due to not knowing how her new meds affected her after coming down with Bell's Palsy on Monday) and therefore both of us overpacked but we got the gear in her car and drove.
We swapped off. She took the first bit, I took some afternoon, she took LA rush hour, then I got us the rest of the way there.
Between us, we packed 13 cucumbers.
We stopped to chat with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sithjawa and meet Gabrielle, who is the best behaved small-to-medium-sized dog I have met. She is unfailingly courteous and asks before eating your snacks.
Purple told me to remember 10 & 2. I told him he was an asshole. (When I tell him this in person, it's typically accompanied by a fond smile and a shoulder bump. Lacking this in email, "lol", ":-P", and "<3" became involved.)
If you run into a book called Florence of Arabia, don't fucking bother. The only person I didn't dislike intensely within the first 7 chapters was the heroine, and I didn't much care for her; the person I hated second least was a now-dead drunk driver. The fictional politics of the imaginary Middle Eastern countries smacks of smug American reductionism and flaming liberal Islamiphobia of the worst kind.
We arrived first. Getting through LA took a while.
Mama and my dad are here now.
The water tastes strongly of iron and sulfur. It in fact tastes like the water at the babysitting job from hell from 1996. Hello flashbacks! Happily they are no longer super damaging, just surreal.
I asked for the wifi password before anything else.
I will do laundry in the morning. (Lost home apartment laundry room keys. Oops.)
Guide Dog Aunt decided we would drive down (after some hesitation due to not knowing how her new meds affected her after coming down with Bell's Palsy on Monday) and therefore both of us overpacked but we got the gear in her car and drove.
We swapped off. She took the first bit, I took some afternoon, she took LA rush hour, then I got us the rest of the way there.
Between us, we packed 13 cucumbers.
We stopped to chat with
sithjawa and meet Gabrielle, who is the best behaved small-to-medium-sized dog I have met. She is unfailingly courteous and asks before eating your snacks.Purple told me to remember 10 & 2. I told him he was an asshole. (When I tell him this in person, it's typically accompanied by a fond smile and a shoulder bump. Lacking this in email, "lol", ":-P", and "<3" became involved.)
If you run into a book called Florence of Arabia, don't fucking bother. The only person I didn't dislike intensely within the first 7 chapters was the heroine, and I didn't much care for her; the person I hated second least was a now-dead drunk driver. The fictional politics of the imaginary Middle Eastern countries smacks of smug American reductionism and flaming liberal Islamiphobia of the worst kind.
We arrived first. Getting through LA took a while.
Mama and my dad are here now.
The water tastes strongly of iron and sulfur. It in fact tastes like the water at the babysitting job from hell from 1996. Hello flashbacks! Happily they are no longer super damaging, just surreal.
I asked for the wifi password before anything else.
I will do laundry in the morning. (Lost home apartment laundry room keys. Oops.)
