October 5th, 2002



I was watching someone's kids for them, maybe about 5 kids. They got me really infuriated, so I left for a little bit. I was gone for maybe a total of 30-45 seconds. When I got back, they were gone. It was unclear whether they left on their own or someone took them. But there was absolutely no trace of them. We all started to look for them, including the mother. The mother was very calm and practical about the whole thing, which I found weird. I'm sure there was more to the dream, but I can't remember it now.

Okay, time to be productive, even though I have a book calling my name. Top priority is probably cleaning, and then cooking. Hmm, I'm not sure exactly how many people are going to be here on Sunday, so I guess cleaning up the basement would be a good idea, too. Luckily, it's not too bad right now.


Note to self: Don't buy fruit if you're not going to cook it up relatively soon. And don't think that you can actually make three batches of jam in two days.

The star fruit went all moldy. Blah. Next time, I'm going to wait to buy it until I'm actually going to use it. Now, the question is, do I really want to go out to several stores to try to find it to cook it this morning? With all the other stuff I have to do this morning? No, I don't. I guess star-fruit jam will have to wait another week.

If anyone sees star fruit at a particular store (I found it at the Star in Porter last time), let me know.

The visit that wasn't

So, it turns out that my dad, in town for the weekend, can't make it to my housewarming after all. He assumed it was in the afternoon. So, I had to change my afternoon plans today in order to see him, since that's the only time I could do it. And then he and my sister are here for something like an hour, maybe a little less. She had to go pick her husband up from work, so, yeah, that was that. I gave the tour, showed them some of my sister's wedding pictures, and gifted my dad with John Le Carre (whom he's read a long time ago) and Clive Barker (whom he's read and liked, much to my surprise, since I only think of my dad reading spy and mystery books). I also gave him the pint jar of plum jam I had. Yes, it was the only plum jam I had left, but I can make more. I made him taste the Ugli fruit marmalade, and he hated it, so I didn't give him one of those. Turns out he hates any kind of marmalade.

So, I'm feeling crappy about the star fruit going bad and also about my dad not being there tomorrow. Lunch was good, but, other than that, it's been a pretty crapalicious day. Tonight should be better. Tomorrow should be good, unless I'm too stressed about hosting that I'm not able to have a good time.