family


It’s been well over a month since I returned from my recent (and first) trip to Hawaii, but I still wanted to share some of my notes about what we did. I wrote this out while we were in Hawaii, and it’s missing the last four or five days–but it still gives you some idea of what we did and how I liked it. NOTE: We left on March 18th, if memory serves. You can work out the rest of the dates from there.

Wednesday: Lots of flying. Saw a ship all lit up from the airplane when we got to Honolulu. It was dark, though, so we couldn’t see much else. L Rented a car from Budget, which I get to drive! J Almost asked for a convertible, but I didn’t think Mom would appreciate it as much as me, so I didn’t. Found our temporary home, in La’ie on the North Shore, just up the street from the Temple. It’s a cute little house, right on the beach, which is really nice.

Thursday: Travis tells me the bay we are “living” on is called Hukilau. For years, the locals in La’ie (who were almost all Mormon … La’ie has been a Mormon settlement for a long time) would gather once a week to fish in the bay using a large net that they would set out in a horse-shoe shape. They would then sell the fish to raise funds for the Church. They only stopped about 15 years ago, sometime in the 1990s, when the government started taxing them for it.

This was mostly a resting-up and settling-in day. Travis and Bernice went into Honolulu and did some shopping at Wal-Mart and Sam’s Club, and also wandered around Chinatown for a bit. The kids (especially Warner) were dying to swim in the water, but the lady we’re renting from, Sue, told us that they bay had been polluted by a recent storm and recommended that we wait a few days before swimming in it. So I took Porter, Byron, Mikaela, and Christian for a drive around the island. We went all the way up the North Shore and then down the western side to Hale’iwa, where we went inland, past the Dole pineapple plantation, down to Pearl City, and then back up the east coast and home to La’ie. It really is a beautiful drive, and we missed a lot of gorgeous views driving through the night.

Friday: Drove into Pearl Harbor to see the USS Arizona Memorial. The video they showed at the beginning was very touching. Jake Keck, my second cousin, is living here in La’ie for a while, so we took him with us. Afterward we went to lunch at L&L Hawaiian Barbecue. They serve things with lots of rice and macaroni salad out here. After that, Mom and Jake and I drove to WalMart/Sam’s Club (they are in the same building) to pick up a few more things, and Travis’s family drove a little further, to Snorkel Bob’s in Waikiki, where they rented snorkel gear for the week. They were planning to snorkel in Waikiki, but once they got there, all the kids said they’d rather go home. So we did. Bernice and Travis took a few of the kids to Shark’s Cove to snorkel. They said it was pretty cool … until they got dashed against the sharp rocks! We watched Hawaii Five-O on TV.

Saturday: Mom and Bernice and I got up early and drove into Honolulu to shop at the swap meet that’s held at Aloha Stadium every Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday. I got a beautiful sarong, as well as a bracelet and a few necklaces. We also bought souvenirs for all the grandkids, and Mom bought some dried fruit and macadamia nuts to snack on. The swap meet took most of the morning, and then we went, again, to … Walmart/Sam’s Club! We ate lunch there, and Bernice picked up a few more groceries.

In the afternoon, I decided I wanted to swim in the ocean, so I donned my most hideous t-shirt and most water-friendly pair of pants (light-weight khakis) and went out there. Bernice came with me, in her swimsuit, and together we braved the waves. In the meantime, her family came walking back from their own adventure, and we stopped and talked with them about it for a while. They had waded out to Goat Island, a little island in the middle of Hukilau Bay. If you walk up the bay to the point, the water is fairly shallow, with coral at the bottom, and you can just walk across to the island. Travis had taken the kids out there and they spent most of the day there. About the same time they were coming back, Bernice had decided we should get out the snorkel gear and snorkel for a bit. Once she got it all together, she declared that she and I were going to snorkel to Goat Island! I hadn’t been expecting that, but I wanted to snorkel and I wanted to see Goat Island, so I agreed. We wouldn’t recommend it to anyone else.

At the point where you can wade across the bay, the water is really too shallow to make snorkeling very pleasant. However, it was shallow enough for us to see the coral and other marine life at the bottom, which was really cool! I just about drowned when I first got brave enough to stick my head under there. I was so astounded at everything I could see that I tried to shout, “Holy cow!” and came up spluttering salt water out of my mouth. Since swimming wasn’t really practical in that water, we mostly “walked” our way across with out hands, grabbing hold of the coral with one hand at a time and then pulling ourselves forward; we also flippered some with our feet. J We made it across the bay and then around a really sharp point of the island—sharp in the sense that the island and that point in particular are formed out of lava rock—and then made a plan of action for how to get back. We decided we didn’t want to go back the same way we had come, so we shot for a longer route that would bring us more toward the middle of the bay. It worked all right. It still wasn’t very good for snorkeling, since it was too deep here to see anything—even though we could touch the bottom with our feet most of the time—but it was much smoother. Until we got close enough to the beach, that is, that floating, swimming, and snorkeling were all out of the question. See, the bottom here was still covered with that coral, which is not pleasant to step on. I know, because I tried. I took of my snorkeling flippers at one point, thinking I would just brave the rocks. That lasted about two steps. Then I had to try and put the flippers back on, which is not as easy as it sounds, when you’re sitting in the ocean, getting hit by wave after wave, with not enough water beneath you to ride the wave. Instead, you keep getting pushed down onto the ocean floor. It made for some rather entertaining floundering before I finally got those flippers back on. Of course, then the problem was how to walk with the flippers on my feet. I don’t know how those penguins do it, because it’s not easy to walk with flippers. But all this while, Bernice had been steadily working her way toward the shore by walking backwards. So that’s what I did, too. It worked, even though I felt a little silly. And even though it was very slow. But we did both make it back to the shore, back to our little house where we showered and doctored our battle wounds. It was definitely an experience to remember.

Sunday: We went to church at noon, next to the La’ie Temple. Actually, Mom and I got separated from Travis’s family, since there are two chapels next to the Temple, and we chose the one they weren’t going to. We didn’t realize what had happened until after Sacrament Meeting. We only stayed for the one meeting, and afterward went to the Visitor’s Center and then walked up to the Temple. We won’t be able to visit the Temple while we are here, since it’s under construction for some major renovation work. However, the rest of the family is planning to do baptisms for the dead at the Kona Temple on the Big Island this Friday. Or is it Saturday? I’m not sure yet whether we’ll be able to get me plane tickets to go out to the Big Island, so I may not get to the Kona Temple either.

After lunch on Sunday, we drove up the North Shore to Waimea, where we all got into Travis’s car (it’s an SUV) and drove up a steep mountain trail to the ruins of a Hawaiian heiau, or temple. It’s almost on a cliff, and you can walk out around it to see Waimea Bay below—and, if you’re lucky, to see whales off the coast. Bernice and Warner did see some, but the rest of us missed them. After that, we continued down the shore for a few more miles, to a place known locally as “Turtle Beach,” since lots of green sea turtles hang out here. We got to see three or four of them, just floating along in the water and occasionally coming up for air. It was pretty cool.

Monday: Tried to leave early again, so that we could get to Waikiki in time for our reservations on a sight-seeing submarine. Didn’t make it in time. They were very nice about getting us on the next tour, though. The sub was awesome—we got to see all kinds of fish down there, and even a sting-ray. And I learned (finally!) to pronounce the name of the Hawaii state fish: humuhumunukunukuapua’a. Sheesh, that’s a mouthful! However, I prefer another word, the longest Hawaiian name for a fish: lauwiliwilinukunukuoioi. Try saying that five times fast!

Again, we made our way to Walmart/Sam’s Club for some lunch and shopping. Then we drove up to Punchbowl, or the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific. This military cemetery is built in a crater (so it’s shaped kind of like a punchbowl), and it is the final resting place of 28,000 veterans who lost their lives fighting in the Pacific arena during World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War. In addition, there are 28,778 more names engraved on marble slabs, representing all those whose remains weren’t found. It’s an incredible sight.

Driving out of Punchbowl, we saw an incredible rainbow, right below us and arching over a valley right in the heart of Honolulu. We continued seeing rainbows all the way along the freeway out of town. Wow. No wonder they call it the Rainbow State.

We again watched Hawaii Five-O in the evening, and were excited to recognize Punchbowl in the opening credits! J

I know it’s been forever since I really updated my blog, so here’s the run-down.

computer troubles

Soon after Mom and I got home from babysitting in Colorado Springs, my hard drive died.  Meaning that I couldn’t do anything on my computer.  I was so sick of putting more and more money into that computer, that I decided to just get a new one.  I’d really been wanting a Mac PowerBook … but I decided instead to have it custom-built by a local computer shop, for about the same price as my Mac would’ve cost.  I’m crossing my fingers, now, that I won’t regret that decision.  So in the meantime, I’m using my mom and dad’s old laptop computer.  It’s not too bad, but it’s not mine.  It doesn’t have my music on it, and it has a habit of freezing up when you’ve been on the internet for a while.  Meanwhile, I haven’t heard anything from the computer shop about my new machine since I ordered it last week.  Pray for me, folks.

new calling

Just after getting home, I also got released from my old calling as FHE coordinator.  Instead I was called to teach the Gospel Doctrine Sunday School class.  Which I love.  I’m not so comfortable with the New Testament, but I only have three more lessons of that, then some General Conference talks to round off the year, and then we start Book of Mormon next year. But, the really funny part: Mom and Dad have also both been recently called as Gospel Doctrine teachers.  Which makes three of us — or the entire household, whichever way you want to look at it.

sick

I’ve been feeling really sick lately.  Some of you know that I’ve had this recurring problem with nausea.  Well, My Brother The Chiropractor recently suggested that it might be my gallbladder.  We’ve checked a couple of things, and that does, indeed, seem to be the problem.  So I’ve been taking pills (mostly made of beet-root) to help thin the bile, and things are so much better.  I won’t go into detail, but my appetite is more regular these days, among other things.

However, I woke up this morning with an awful sore throat.  It’s been one of those days where I feel too sick to work — headache, tired, and coughy — but not tired enough to just sleep.  It really stinks.

holidays

I had a good Thanksgiving, with plenty of family.  My brother and his sister came from Colorado, so I got to see The Princess again — since I got pretty attached to her recently, that was very nice.  I also went to Pocatello with my oldest brother, along with Damber and their family, where we walked around downtown to do some children’s holiday activities — The Queen got a reindeer painted on her face, among other things — and then watched the annual Christmas parade.  That’s always a fun time, since absolutely everyone in Pocatello knows Kip. He got waved at a lot during the parade, not to mention getting tons of extra candy.

Now I’m all pumped up for Christmas.  Although I’ll be mostly working on my dissertation and my teaching plans for next semester.  Which brings me to my last point:

working

I’ve been hired to teach part-time at BYU-Idaho, starting in January.  I don’t know how long the arrangement will last, but I at least have a job lined up for a few months.  I’ll be teaching two sections of English 111, freshman composition.  I’m getting pretty excited about it.  Plus, Mom’s been helping me shop for some new clothes, since they have a fairly strict dress code for teachers.  And a new wardrobe is always good.

Good news: The girls’ parents come home this week, which means I’m almost finished watching their girls. I should be back in Idaho Falls by this Friday, and rarin’ to go by Saturday.

Bad news: Yesterday was about the worst day of my life — certainly the worst Sunday.

Things started off all right. In fact, it was quite a blessing that Daylight Savings ended (even though I hate this government-induced mass delusion, but that’s another post), because Mom and I woke up at 7:40, and church starts at 8:30. The time-change gave us a much-needed extra hour, and we got to church in time to catch the last of the announcements before Sacrament Meeting started.

Church went fine, for the most part. We had to sit in the overflow section, on the hard metal chairs in back of the chapel, which made it no easier to keep the Princess occupied. But when Mom went to take the Queen to her Primary class, someone told her it was OK if we wanted to take the Princess to Nursery this week. So we did, and Mom and I were both able to hear and enjoy the Sunday School and Relief Society lessons.

After church was where things started going sour. After we ate, we put the Princess down for a nap and Mom gave me a little break, so I also spent a few hours in my bed. I heard Mom get the Princess up for a short time, and later learned she had changed her diaper. By the time I got up again, the Princess was back in her crib.

I got up because I could hear the Queen screaming at the top of her royal lungs (a favorite pastime) and decided I’d better get up and help Mom out.

Upon coming downstairs, I found the Queen sitting on the couch, apparently in time-out, and Mom in the kitchen looking particularly harassed. During lunch we had made grape juice, and the Queen had refused to put hers away. Just as Mom was about to tell her again to put it away in the fridge, she kicked it off the table (while climbing onto the table in order to color), and it went tumbling all over the floor. She had graciously offered to help clean it up, but she had thrown a soaking-wet dishcloth in the process, and Grandma found it necessary to put her in time-out.

Mom said she was all right for a few more minutes, so I went back to my room, intending to take another 20 minutes and then come help her with life. I ended up staying a full hour, quite inadvertently. I then came back downstairs and offered to take care of the two girls for a while so that Mom could continue her cleanup efforts.

I had heard the Princess in her crib earlier, so I took the Queen with me to get her up from her nap. As I opened the door, the Queen exclaimed, “She’s stinky!” I agreed, turned on the light, and took a look at the Princess. She was sitting up in the corner of her crib, no pants on (Mom had left it off after the last diaper change), crying. I thought that was odd, since she’s usually very happy when someone comes to get her up. Then I noticed the goopy poop all over her crib, shirt, face, and hands.

I gingerly picked her up, trying to minimize the contact of her poop with my clothes, and took her into the bathroom, where I started a bath for her. In the meantime, I sent the Queen downstairs to get a washcloth so that I could get the goop off her face and hands as much as possible. I asked the Queen if she wanted to take a bath.

“Why?” she asked, standing as far away from us as possible in the small bathroom, backed against a cupboard door.

“Because I need to put your sister in the bath to clean her.”

The Queen’s eyes widened as she looked back at me and said quickly, “No, I don’t want a bath!”

I cleaned the Princess’s poop off her, drained the tub, and then put both the girls in for an evening bath, the Queen having changed her answer when she saw that I had drained out all the ick.

In the meantime, Mom had been making more cleaning efforts with the grapey carpet downstairs. When she heard about our dilemma, she came upstairs to help a little. We started a load of laundry with all the infected garments, and when the upstairs problem had been pretty well taken care of, we went back to the downstairs dilemma again.

We did an internet search to find some suggestions about cleaning grape-juice stains out of carpet. Then Mom called my sister and sister-in-law to see what advice they might have. She started cleaning with some specially formulated carpet stain remover, the Queen helpfully offering her services in the endeavor. After a few minutes of watching this process, I had the happy thought to put on a movie, thus capturing the girls’ attention and allowing Mom to make unimpeded progress.

In the end, she decided to head to the store (we figured it was an ox in the mire) for some club soda and a special stain remover my brother had recommended. I put both the girls in bed first — a process, I might add, which always takes a great deal more time and effort than I appreciate, in the Queen’s case — and then made some brownies while she was out.

Unfortunately, the spill had sat too long for the club soda to work, the stain remover my brother had recommended was not to be used on carpet, and I had put the brownies in too small a pan and were therefore too thick and didn’t cook in the middle until the edges were burnt.

Oh yes, and to top everything off, the special “filling” on the side of Mom’s tooth came off while we were researching our stain on the internet.  So now she has a big gap between her two front teeth.

All in all, a peaceful, relaxing, and spiritual Sabbath.

I have been chastised by NM, so I’m posting a short update.  Here’s the deal: my Mom and I are currently in Colorado Springs helping to take care of my two nieces (aged 4 years and 17 months, respectively) while my brother and his wife are visiting Israel and Egypt with her family.  I’m totally jealous that they get to visit there — but Margo and I have plans to go there sometime, so it’ll be all right.

Anyway, I hope this circumstance explains sufficiently to my readership why I have been so lax on the blog posts lately.  It isn’t that I don’t have access to the internet or anything, but mainly that I’m just so goll-durned exhausted!  Mom and I arrived one week ago today, and Damber left on their trip last Saturday.  So we’ve really only had care of the kids for three full days (four today), and we’re starting to wonder how we’ll make it for two more weeks.  Mom and I had all these plans that we would watch grown-up movies and do other grown-up activities at night, after the girls go to bed, but we both find we’re so tired by that time that we don’t want to do anything.  I’m gaining an amazing appreciation for stay-at-home moms.

At the same time, though, the girls really can be a lot of fun to take care of.  They can be absolutely adorable, and the little one has conceived an inordinately strong attachment to me — which, I have to admit, more often makes me happy than otherwise.  The older one likes to sing songs to herself (including “A Child’s Prayer,” “Follow the Prophet,” the alphabet song, “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” and “Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam,” among many others) and to make up songs to herself, both of which are very cute.  The little one is just starting to make semi-words: dah (‘dog’), hah-hah-hah (the sound a dog makes), ow-a (‘flower’ or any other brightly colored thing, including leaves, stars, butterflies, and trees with leaves that are changing color), and uh-oh (which I hope you all understand without my explanation).

So, all in all, it’s a mixed experience.  Lots of good, lots of bad.  Lots of loving my girls so much I can hardly stand it, lots of wanting to scream so bad I can hardly stand it.  But if you don’t hear from me much in the next few weeks, now you’ll know why.

One last thing before I leave you, though — NM had asked about the well-being of my feet being connected with the well-being of my knees.  Well, I’ll tell you.  A few weeks after I started running regularly, I found that my left knee got very sore.  I looked up all kinds of information about sore knees on the internet, but my ache didn’t seem to fit the descriptions I was reading (of things like Runner’s Knee).  So I finally asked My Brother The Chiropractor what he thought.  He took a look at it, and listened to my description of where I felt the ache and when it was worst, and then said it was probably related to my feet.  One of the things I had learned while researching the problem on the internet was that knee problems are frequently related to foot or hip problems — which only makes sense, since the knees connect the legs to those places.  So MBTC recommended that I start doing foot exercises for 30 minutes a day, using balls of different sizes and textures and rubbing my feet over them.  The feet start to ache a little (for me, I didn’t feel it until the next day), which indicates that they are being used and exercised in ways they are unused to.  The more you use those foot muscles, the stronger your feet are, and the better they are able to support and protect your knees.  I noticed a difference almost immediately in my running: my feet no longer felt so sore from being held in position by my orthotic inserts, and my knee stopped aching after about a week.  So, if you want to try it out, I highly recommend it.  (Mom does the same exercises, and we use tennis balls, golf balls, and a variety of cat and dog toys we bought at PetSmart and Petco.)

So I realize it’s been ages since I posted anything. Hopefully the last post explains some of that. I flew to Idaho to be with my family and attend the funeral of my oldest sister, Laraine, and was gone about 10 days for that. I’m doing all right about it, myself; I’m more worried about a few of the other family members. And I certainly don’t evny my parents, who have to battle the legal issues (Laraine was killed in a car accident, and she left no will behind, including no power of attorney or anything), nor her daughter, who’s in the hospital with a severed spinal cord and is paralyzed from the waist down. I certainly have much less to deal with, even though it all adds up to significantly more than I’m used to.

The day after Laraine’s death, I was sustained and set apart as the Relief Society President in our student ward down here. That’s been keeping me pretty busy these days. It’s been great, though, and in many ways I’m very excited about the calling.

School is also quite time-consuming. I find myself just barely keeping my head above water, both with the classes that I teach and those that I take.

I recently joined Netflix, which I’m very excited about. I think when my roommates move (in December) and I’m in my own apartment, I might forego cable and just keep myself entertained with Netflix movies. They have a huge variety of DVDs to rent, including movies, TV shows, and documentaries. The first one that’s coming in the mail for me is Jeeves and Wooster, so we’ll be watching that this weekend. You’re allowed to have up to 500 movies in your queue, and I already have 375 waiting for me. I’ll keep you abreast of how things go.

The last quote (from before Laraine’s obituary) is from the writings of Paul the Apostle, Romans 8:31.

Well! If that isn’t the best I ever heard!

(This is a bit difficult to get without the following line, but that will give it away pretty easily. So, since it’s a fairly general quote that might come from just about anywhere, I’ll give 78 points for anyone who gets the source I have in mind, plus an extra 10 for the appropriate following line.)

Laraine Wilkins 1965 ~ 2006 Laraine Wilkins, 41, of Salt Lake City, former Idaho Falls resident, died September 2, 2006, at Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center from injuries sustained in a motor vehicle accident near McCammon, Idaho. She was born 1965 in Provo, Utah. She attended schools in Provo and Idaho Falls; graduated from Skyline High School, Idaho Falls, in 1983; earned Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in German from Brigham Young University; and did additional graduate work at Harvard University. She married George in 1986 in the Idaho Falls LDS Temple; they later divorced. She worked on university library staffs, taught German language on both the high school and university levels, was a technical writer and software support technician, and served as editor of Irreantum magazine and as director of Development and Community Affairs for the Ririe-Woodbury Dance Company in Salt Lake City. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, she served frequently as an organist, as well as in the Relief Society and Young Women organizations. Laraine was a skilled pianist and writer, and a person of widely varied talents and interests. She loved writing poetry, drawing, cross stitching, running, camping and hiking, especially in Arches National Park and Monument Valley, classical music and the Arts, including concerts, art galleries, and museums. Condolences may be sent to the family online at www.woodfuneralhome.com

Published in the Salt Lake Tribune on 9/4/2006. (edited by gryffinkat)

Some of Laraine’s poetry, published at Weber Studies

I had a great time during Memorial Day. I went out to Idaho and visited the fam, and it was wonderful. I got to see all eleven of my nieces and nephews (six and five, respectively). Baby Chloe is three weeks old now, and I had a super time holding her and playing with her. She is adorable, with bright eyes that make her look very aware when she has them open. Chloe’s sister Alyce (three in August) is talking better than ever and likes to tell us her needs. She told me she loved me while we were coloring on the couch (we were coloring in coloring books, that is, while sitting on the couch …), and she had a super time listening to me sing her the name game song with all the names we could think of (you know — “Chloe, Chloe, bo-bloey, banana-fana fo-floey, me my mo-mloey”). Little Emma, Wendy’s girl who will be two this December, is also talking more than ever, and she loves to read! I got her to recognize my name, although she wouldn’t really say it — close, though.

I didn’t get to spend as much time with the older kids, mainly since they are able to take care of themselves and entertain one another quite well without me (or anyone, for that matter). Lena, who will be 17 in a few weeks, has a beautiful smile, which I hadn’t quite noticed before. And Porter, who’s 15 on Monday, is feeling pretty excited that he has gotten his braces off. He really wants an iPod for his birthday … he’s hoping that if enough people give him money as their birthday present, he might be able to manage it.

I forget how cold it is in Idaho. I enjoy the cold, I just forget how much colder it will be. And I also forget to factor in the wind. There’s a lot of wind in Idaho Falls, which can make it very cold. Decorating graves was a very chilly affair this year.

This was the first time that we’ve had the whole family together for many years, so we got family pictures taken. They turned out very nice, most of them. Afterward, the photographer asked if anyone wanted to take individual family pictures, so after Laraine and Guy and Dana and Amber had finished, Kip and I had a few pictures taken. We figured since we’re the only two single ones left, we’re kind of our own little family together. :) We had lots of fun taking them, and most of them turned out great.

Oh! and Wendy and I are both getting obsessed with Clay Aiken again, after seeing him during the American Idol finale. He really does have an amazing voice, although listening to some of his songs from that season was not the greatest. I think he’s improved a lot since then, and I wish that I heard more of him these days.

The last quote was from Strictly Ballroom, which I need to watch sometime soon. Kimberly let me borrow it, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen that movie.

I was on my way to be with you today — I was almost there when the motor died. (52 points)

parents

Last week my parents came to visit. We had a good time. On Tuesday we went to the Lake District, Wednesday we went to London (and Dad even came with us!), and Thursday we hung out and saw the “sights” in Lancaster (including my personal favorite, the ruins of the Roman bath-house). All in all, we had a good time. But it only took 3 days for them to start getting on my nerves. I’m starting to get worried about going home in June. I might have to take refuge at Wendy’s house for a while.

sushi

I’m trying to get back to real life now. Today I’ve been working on tagging my James and Lily info, preparatory to crunching it through lots of computer programs to try and find something interesting to write about in a dissertation. I really should probably be reading, but this is both easier and rather more fun. Plus, I can take my reading with me on the trains more easily when I go travelling, such as this weekend, when I’ll be going to Huddersfield to see a production of “The Yeomen of the Guard” (a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta).

Yesterday I helped out a friend from the Linguistics Department. Katsura’s doing her dissertation in sociolinguistics, and she needed some native English speakers to get together and talk about stuff. She’s from Japan, and when we were finished, she fed us all some home-made sushi. It was the first sushi I’ve ever had, and it was quite nice. I don’t know that I’d make it myself, but it was better than I had expected. That might be because it was California Rolls, and there wasn’t a whole lotta raw fish in it.

dreams

My dissertation is already starting to get to me, apparently. Sometime during the night I had a dream, which I only vaguely remember, about Harry Potter. This has only happened to me on a few rare occasions. And this dream wasn’t really about Harry, it was about James. I don’t remember most of it, but I do recall that it had something to do with James being evil, and I found that highly disturbing. It seems like he had something to do with Lily’s betrayal and death, and it really gave me the colly-wobbles. I suspect it was triggered by my thinking about the quote where JK said that James did not switch bodies with Lupin before being killed, because “James would never have saved himself and then left his wife and son to die.” The dream woke me up briefly, probably because of the colly-wobbles I was getting from thinking about James being evil, and then I went back to sleep again and dreamt about something else. I hope I can last a whole summer like this.

He was her man, but he was doin’ her wrong. (23 points)