The weekend

I flew home this weekend to go to the farm with Cami. Caught the earliest shuttle flight I could stand, Mom picked me up and I napped for a bit, then Cami came and we went out to Centreville together. The weather was a bit warm but nice and sunny. We had a great time, although I was a bit woozy from my nap. I really love that place. I love how wholesome the entire experience is; I love how when we go on the hayride and we pass the alien ship, the two goofy aliens burst out from behind and wave madly at all the kids on the hayride. So adorable, and you know they must groan when they have to do the alien shift. ("Aw, man!...Okay." But it never shows; they just seem so into it.) No attitudinal teenagers there; all the kid-workers are just so cheerful and friendly. Love. It.

I picked out a sugar pie pumpkin and a couple of tiny ones, as well as a sour cherry pie and a small pecan pie tart. God, I cannot resist a good PE-can pie. Mmmm...Yesterday I mashed it and stuck it in Mom's freezer for later; when I come home for Thanksgiving I'll turn it into pumpkin pie. Mmmm...

I had a few nice long conversations with Joni, but unfortunately we didn't actually get together. When I come home for Thanksgiving, we're planning to have a bakeoff--man, I love that shit. As much as I love NY life, it sucks that I can't bake really at all up here. My apartment is just too small. I need to indulge my domestic side. I need to knit and bake and clean and nurture.

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Joni and I also wondered aloud where Kim-the-Freak might be these days. I had a horrible thought--Kim with a child. Shudder. What a recipe for disaster. The poor thing would need therapy as soon as they left infancy. And yet, I will admit I still miss her sometimes--i.e., I miss the person she could be when she was normal and capable of understanding normal human friendships.

I really love Cami and Chris' house. It's so completely adorable--small enough to be cute but not cramped, hardwood floors, a nice backyard, a newly-built deck, lots of cute little hand-painted accent pieces that her dad probably made. Sometimes I really miss living in Northern Virginia. The pleasures of the suburbs with the sophistication of the city.

Chaos

They just definitely linked the most recent shooting in Maryland to the others of last week.

Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on?