Despite the fact that I'm getting the black lung, my three-day weekend was very nearly perfect. Today I continued my generally slothful peregrinations - I lazed in bed for quite awhile before eventually showering, making some eggs, and going to Rapha to drink hipster coffee and scribble in my notebook about Rafe and Octavia for awhile. I'm still not quite sure what to do about them, and I think a trip to Stanford library may be necessary sometime this week or weekend to check out some books about the time period and look for inspiration.
But they're a problem for another day. I eventually came home and talked to my parents (I know it's a Monday! but holiday weekends always throw me off), and there was much to catch up on - the death of one of their neighbors, the selling of the minicows, and other various and sundry updates. But eventually I had to part ways with them so that I could reconnect with the other family...
...and that started with tea and late-afternoon snacks with Claudia at Samovar. I beat her there by half an hour or so, so I did some more brainstorming over chai before she arrived. Then, we caught up on our generally ridiculous work situations and life situations while enjoying some lazy afternoon tea time. When we were done enjoying our tea, we adjourned up the hill to Adit and Priyanka's house, where we exchanged pleasantries for five or ten minutes before we all commenced working on our own projects like we were in a study hall instead of a social gathering. But that was fine by me, since I had many emails to answer (did I answer all of them? of course not.), and many research books to look up.
Eventually, though, we put away our work and met Katrina at Mama Ji's for family dinner (tm). It was one of the more ridiculous family dinners we've had in awhile (I know, I say they're all ridiculous, but that's not a lie) - everyone was in particularly fine form, and the conversation delved deeply and awkwardly into people's personal lives (as is appropriate for a family). My life was more of a focus than usual, but I successfully got out of my story and turned the spotlight on Katrina, who came v. close to flipping the table over to deflect attention (or to vent her displeasure). But it was all v. v. fun, with such pearls of wisdom from Priyanka as 'it sounds like everything has changed, or nothing has changed', and one of Adit's usual pronunciations that I'm in a complete regression (which is, frankly, way better than a local minima, so I'll take it).
In short, I'm #blessed. Goodnight!
But they're a problem for another day. I eventually came home and talked to my parents (I know it's a Monday! but holiday weekends always throw me off), and there was much to catch up on - the death of one of their neighbors, the selling of the minicows, and other various and sundry updates. But eventually I had to part ways with them so that I could reconnect with the other family...
...and that started with tea and late-afternoon snacks with Claudia at Samovar. I beat her there by half an hour or so, so I did some more brainstorming over chai before she arrived. Then, we caught up on our generally ridiculous work situations and life situations while enjoying some lazy afternoon tea time. When we were done enjoying our tea, we adjourned up the hill to Adit and Priyanka's house, where we exchanged pleasantries for five or ten minutes before we all commenced working on our own projects like we were in a study hall instead of a social gathering. But that was fine by me, since I had many emails to answer (did I answer all of them? of course not.), and many research books to look up.
Eventually, though, we put away our work and met Katrina at Mama Ji's for family dinner (tm). It was one of the more ridiculous family dinners we've had in awhile (I know, I say they're all ridiculous, but that's not a lie) - everyone was in particularly fine form, and the conversation delved deeply and awkwardly into people's personal lives (as is appropriate for a family). My life was more of a focus than usual, but I successfully got out of my story and turned the spotlight on Katrina, who came v. close to flipping the table over to deflect attention (or to vent her displeasure). But it was all v. v. fun, with such pearls of wisdom from Priyanka as 'it sounds like everything has changed, or nothing has changed', and one of Adit's usual pronunciations that I'm in a complete regression (which is, frankly, way better than a local minima, so I'll take it).
In short, I'm #blessed. Goodnight!
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