Aside from tutoring, I have been up to other things. I will work backwards until I can't remember what I did anymore. Today, I had oysters for lunch. Yesterday, I had a lovely coffee-and-chat with Sarah Bunting, Internet Rockstar. (Strangely enough, she doesn't use that as her official title.)

Before that I went to the Progenitor picnic. The Progenitor is Iggy's dad. Iggy is Wade's boyfriend. And I've had the song "Teddy Bear Picnic" stuck in my head all day, except with the lyrics, "And this is where Progenitor had his piiiic-nic." (Does anyone know the Teddy Bear Picnic song besides me?)

Saturday I cleaned my house. That's pretty boring. Oh, and I went to see Wimbledon. Here is my review of Wimbledon: Paul Bettany is hot.

On Friday, our office went on a cruise. There were several bars on this boat. I had two mimosas, three martinis, and a cigar. I have pictures of the cruise highlights:

On Thursday, I don't remember what happened. I went to work and came home, I guess. Maybe that was the day Apple the frog did the exploding pee trick. Fortunately I was not holding him at the time, but apparently, when stressed, my tree frog pees like an exploding water balloon. Who knew?

On Wednesday I had a poetry workshop with Joey and Laurie, which we've gotten going again since Joey moved back to San Fran. I continue to work on my manuscript entitled "lost objects." (In fact yesterday I wrote a poem called "Colonel Mustard's Garden Party." I'm thinking of scrapping the poem and just keeping the title because how could the poem live up to the title?) I attempted to take a picture of my red hair:

Prior to that, of course! I went to Los Angeles. (Isn't it sad; I would have forgotten to write about this without my photos to remind me. It's been that kind of week.) Oh wait, to do this backwards? I drove home from Los Angeles and listened to the radio. It was a lovely desert drive, but this is the only picture I managed to get:

I was only in L.A. for a day, basically, to give my sister her birthday present and We had a big family dinner where, as my sister related on her crazy Livejournal, I told a hilarious joke at the dinner table. You see, my mother was telling a story about how, when Caroline was a baby and she started crying, my mom would put her in the closet. And I blurted out, "Yeah, and it took her twenty years to come out again!"

Which is funny, considering that my aunt and uncle didn't know she was a lesbian. Oops?

In the end, it was okay. My sister just laughed and said, "Well, that saved me a conversation." Heh. Pretty funny.

After dinner with the fam, we each got an urn full of my grandmother's ashes to go sprinkle beneath the tree where we used to have Easter egg hunts when we were kids. It was kind of anticlimactic. I think the part my grandmother really would have loved was having us all sitting around the dinner table, teasing each other and laughing and revealing each others' sexual orientations. Because that is what family really means.

After that, we spent a little bit of time on the boardwalk. It seemed much bigger when I was a kid, of course. It's just a tiny little boardwalk but it has my favorite ice cream of all time (the Balboa Bar), and my favorite arcade, and my favorite three-hundred-year-old bumper cars, and a lot of favorite memories.