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So, this weekend:
I had Friday off, because I was planning on taking a vacation. That had
fallen through, but I decided not to turn down my excused absence. David
and I went shopping; I tried to find a chest of drawers, but no luck.
David was a fairly good sport: we went to the post office, the cheese
shop, St. Vincent dePaul's, the Bread Workshop, a junkyard, Goodwill,
Kmart then home. We also stopped off at the first spot I lived out here,
which was too creepy for words.
Had Fried Rice for dinner, which was really yummy. I can't tell you how
exciting it is when David tries a new recipe. My mom is also a really
good cook, but she has such a huge variety of recipes I'm afraid I got a
bit spoiled. David has mentioned several times he wants to borrow our
family cookbook (which my mom, the eternal librarian, put together a copy
for me, my sister and herself). I hope he learns to make vegetarian
baskets and stuffed pasta shells (both really tricky recipes I'll never
get around to doing myself). How exciting!
Saturday was miserable. David and I had stayed up until 4am the night before, then got up too early on Saturday. I thought some friends had stood me up (misunderstanding) and David's mood left *much* to be desired and things just didn't go well after that. I fell asleep around 10pm, which is terribly early for me.
Sunday was nice. Restful. My friend Joe was down for the weekend, so I
went over to the Kidz house (Dan and Elizabeth are the Kidz; Todd and
Peter also live there, but Peter wasn't there Sunday). We looked at
pictures from the Kidz trip to Europe for awhile. They took some really
good shots; they put each other in front of some amazing views, which gave
a nice sense of scale.
The Kidz went to look at houses (they're trying to buy in Berkeley, which
is a major competition) and Joe, Todd and I sunned ourselves on the back
porch. Todd taught Joe tabla sounds (a very tricky instrument to play
correctly; Joe's a good drummer, and it was interesting to hear him sound
like a beginner again) as I basked in the sun and read My Secret History by Paul Theroux.
It was
very relaxing, especially after my Saturday.
Went to eat at Picantes, which was yummy. I had rajas tacos. Rajas is a
kind of marinated cactus that has a spicy flavor.
I don't know what made me think of this, but I need to start learning Spanish. I'm kicking myself for not taking it more than the one year in high school; it would be *so* useful out here.