We’ve had an eventful weekend. I succumbed to sadness and depression for a few hours after sending my sis and friend off at the airport. The fact that it was 4:30 AM didn’t help. This time I wasn’t even cheered by the thought of a scone: “How ’bout a scone, Babe?” “No thanks.” Silence and then tears.
Then just when things were looking up, the garbarator projectile vomited carrots all over the kitchen, sending Simon into a foul state. I mean the thing went nuts. Our very own slapstick – splattering mushed up carrot on the ceiling, fridge, floor… I suddenly felt sick and had to lie down. Simon cleaned up.
Finally, we visited a church that sent shivers up the spine. Kind of hard to describe, but I’ll suggest a few adjectives: cheesy, empty, pushy–everything that gives non-church goers the creeps. Simon even suggested we cut out early…and remember, he’s the nice one. We did score two bags of homemade chocolate chip cookies in our welcome sack which we shared at a university BBQ. The Jesus Cookies were well received and prompted much discussion.
Today life is back to normal. No more visitors. The garbarator is functioning. The Jesus cookies are eaten. It’s just me and my computer and the California sun.
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