Real Life

We had a family gathering at the house to celebrate my sister’s stay in ABQ for a few days. Tim, my sister’s boyfriend, flew in to join the family bash today. Everyone brought their dogs along with things like chips ‘n dip.

My camera went missing for about 10 minutes, then I found this picture on the camera when I got it back:

Mum made pork loin for dinner. I often get curious about what new company may experience at our dinner table. There’s never really a stable conversation exchanged about usual life-things; mostly a lot of gags based on previous jokes. I don’t even know if our interaction is funny or even understandable to outsiders.

After dinner, Mum and I had a conversation about her encounter with a spiritual medium when she was a teenager, and how most of the medium’s predictions about her life came true. I asked her if she thought it was an overall positive or negative experience. She said that at first she thought it was silly, then later was a little freaked out about it, and came to think it was evil. Intrigued, I told her about past semi-psychic experiences I’ve had where some of my dreams contained events which later came true, which seemed to be positive for me.

These are the conversations I like to have with my mum.

Video: Birds

I find it necessary that all ye souls who enter this domain experience this video.

The Red Crayon

Somebody Loves Me

Before I walked into the backyard, the dog hadn’t bothered anybody. But the moment I walked outside, he mounted me, and everyone was entertained for a good 10 minutes. Here’s a video for you.

Eventually, we went to downtown San Francisco. I impulsively made a cell phone video while we were at the park. We spent most of our time in Amoeba, a California record shop chain. Lykke Li seems to be a good part of our jams of choice on this tour.

Day 3, de la Coma tour.

Courthouse-loiter

Last night, Josh and Callie let us stay over. Callie’s cat knows how to use doorknobs so he tried to get into the bathroom when I was inside. He meowed and I observed his paws swing at me from under the door.  When I got out, I petted the kitty vigorously for his cute effort to humiliate me.

We drove north for 2 hours and walked through the downtown Prescott, Arizona and stumbled upon Dogtoberfest, an event where people adopt dogs in a park.

Dustin proclaimed, “There’s not a single cute dog in this park.”

We sat down on a bench next to some drum-circle hippies who utilized a corner of the park for a well executed hula hoop gathering.  A waitress yelled at Will and Dustin for ordering pizza at the wrong counter.