Memorial Day Weekend Status Report

Today was incredible, dear blog readers.

Did the following in-CRE-dible things:

(1) Found apartment for rent for $400/ month, in MENLO PARK, for daughter of Dearest Mum’s cousin from LA, who has summer internship in Lockheed.

(2) Found out that self is actually related to hubby– like, he’s from the illegitimate branch of the Hontiveros clan (Which interesting information he learned only this evening, after placing long-distance phone call to HIS mum, who told him with air of great authority that his great-great-great-grandpa was a priest. At least, self thinks this is what she heard mother-in-law yelling to hubby over the phone) and self’s Dearest Mum is first cousins to the Hontiveros. So — you see? — with the incredible intuition of a homing pigeon, self somehow engineered it so that she bumped into third cousin at Stanford and married him. Imagine that! And our progeny, the result of semi-incestuous (or are third cousins exempt?) union is smart son, who started with Chemisty and then moved to Biochemistry and then moved to Psychology and finally is now into Veterinary Science, all in the space of two years.

Oh, and did self also mention that she and hubby are going to San Luis Obispo tomorrow? Just for the day because hubby, in spite of earning now more than he ever has, thinks we cannot afford the SLO Motel 8? So, at 10:45 PM this evening, self found herself driving from SFO in huge Grand Prix (only car left in Alamo that was not an SUV). Head barely made it over steering wheel, and since self is as cheap as hubby and opted not to pay the $14/day insurance, was panicky, had second thoughts, but was already on 101 so, too late! Had to keep going, and suddenly landed in pockets of traffic, pockets of traffic, pockets of traffic, which — it’s just amazing, since it was 10:45 PM on a Saturday night in the middle of Memorial Day weekend, and self thought everyone else had gone out of town, to Vegas or Tahoe or wherever? — OK, where was I?

Oh, and self also attended funeral service for dear Mr. King, who hosted her when she was green green foreign student at Stanford, and there she found out that Mr. King was 87 years old, that he and his wife (married over 60 years), had known each other since they were five. And all his children said he was the kindest man on earth.

And then self came home and watered 8 buckets, and pounded some more nails into fence to support clematis henryii (and scampered away each time self heard neighbor — not Claudio, the neighbor on the other side — come out to the backyard, as would hate to explain that self was pounding very long nails into the fence because those were the only nails she found in the garage, and self knows the nails are probably sticking out the other side, the side facing the neighbor’s yard, and maybe one of their kids will accidentally bump into the fence and get punctured on a nail and get tetanus and then, and then — But, once again, I digress. Good heavens, does self have ADD or what???)

Now, self really must get some shut-eye. But not before she has clicked on a “referrer” from her blog stats and found this post (“The Ninth Most Gorgeous Day”) beginning like this: Brrr, brrr, brrr. Viento tieso. Cuello de Gimpy.

Ha, ha, ha, ha! Cuello de Gimpy, Cuello de Gimpy, Cuello de Gimpy. Priceless.

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