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Having spent an exceptionally lazy day (it's okay, nothing was really expected of me except carrying the igloo, and it wasn't a handle, so it came apart but not all the water spilled)... I'll backtrack. Most of the relatives are gone now, so it's just me and mama and the people who actually live at Lisa's house... Except Kevin now, cause he's on his honeymoon...

Blah. Yes. I ate some ice cream and cupcakes at Phillip and Gordon's birthday party at a park in Kansas City, came back and ate some food, watched Maverick (yay Mel Gibson fighting with and without guns), and played with stuffed animals in black light. Yes. Sleepy car rides also fun. Observations interesting, and Shostakovitch has been in my head all day, whether or not I've actually been listening to it (which now I am).

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Oh, and I forgot! Carpet burns. Yes. Ow, but oh well.

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Hmm. We may not come back before three weeks after all. Lisa could take care of the dogs while we go to Massachusetts.

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Of the six computers in this odd Missouri household, this one is the oddest. If you turn the monitor off, it has van de Graf style emissions of static electricity that are big enough to be visible and make interesting light shows on the surface of the screen...

I am so beat. My arms are still sore from wrestling Paul, and he says his are too. We went swimming today at their friends' house (their friends are out of town, but they said to use the pool whenever we want). Brings back old memories. I think it's the first time in a long time since I've had the automatic instinct to play normal pretend... We made a whirlpool (the pool is perfectly circular, which makes it much easier), and I was pulling Steven along, and he was on the float thing, and I was a runaway horse and it was a stagecoach... long time ago, that used to be a frequent occurrence. Steven and Paul are that kind of people; you regress back into childhood in the best possible way.

I watched Paul and Steven and Carl play Civ3 for quite awhile this morning. It looks extremely fun, though I've only ever played Civ classic and it'll take me awhile to get used to the differences if I play it... Last time I played civ, also, was in eighth grade, I think. More nostalgic regressions.

And for dinner we had this really clean-tasting medieval-style beef/potato/carrot/onion stew, and then bread/butter/brown sugar/jam/peanut butter/whater for dessert. Yom.

My carpet burns also hurt still, but they're getting to be all right, though they look the worst. Bright red abrasions with multitudes of tiny scabs... fun. At least I'll have tougher elbows.

Symphonic Dances and then Spring in Buenos Aires make for really pictorially inspiring moods. I now have a page in my green-vpod sketchbook of a Polaran and a Sub doing a very dramatic tango dip, with the caption in Ailurian characters, "Mortuis in Tango Vivent," pidgin Ailurian Latin for "the Dead Live in the Tango." Maybe I won't stay up till three tonight.

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Annnd now Carl and his friend Cole are playing Warcraft III and I shall observe, so as to understand the mystical appeal...