i haven’t internetted from the downstairs computer in ages. it’s strange: very nostalgic. i had a number of early michael conversations here and emails w/ becca. anyway.
my father and i just returned from lunch at green papaya, a new vietnamese restaurant in bethesda. we played the word game on the paper covering the tablecloth and i won w/ 76 points. i can’t remember the last time i got 76. i beamed into my tofu.
tofu! yet another food i didn’t use to like.
after that, we got my mother, whose birthday it is, a cake (it is also miz parker’s — yet could there be two more different people in the world? i ask you.) it’s as beautiful a day as we get in d.c. in august and i’m just so goshdarn cheerful about it all. last nite, jamie tamar lana liz and i gathered at lana’s to drink tea, light candles, and sit in a circle, chatting. oh it was wonderful. why? who knows? sometimes the stars are just aligned.
speaking of celestial bodies, i heard yesterday that when i arrive in sweden, there will be only about eight hours of sunlight per day. the good news is that it will increase as i’m there. but the question remains whether i’ll be strong/stable enuf to deal w/ cold weather, no sunshine, and all that foreign-ness. … yuck.
whatever. i’ll talk to m. piker when i get back to skool. there’s no point worrying about it yet. i’m in too good a mood and i have to get to yanni’s to listen to him play piano.