What a treat. A full mother's day and a chauffeur to drive me home.
My nephew is six-foot five inches. He's quiet, thoughtful and considers your questions before he answers. He's in college; nineteen years old; my sister's middle child.
We're driving home to San Francisco. He's living with us eighteen months or so now and offered to drive first. Great, I said. I'll take a nap. The nap was required because my sister, my dad, my nephew and I, all hung out in the pool after a full day of Mother's-day festivities. Ask for the two bald-guys photo if interested.
The first leg allowed us to finish the Hamilton soundtrack. We know almost all the words and enjoy the singalong. Game of Thrones soundtrack showed up in Spotify as a suggestion, to which I obliged. We enjoyed a couple of tracks while I downloaded David Sedaris' Calypso using the Overdrive app that gives me access to free audiobooks via the public library. It's good. It's free. Expectations set appropriately.
While we feed our brains with scenes of homebound traffic and California highways, I figured I'd do some writing.
I devoured @lucjah exclaiming about what may have been technical difficulties. @keni describes how she looks forward to heading back to Ethiopia, and @basilesamel detailed his word-based progress on his authorial / entrepreneurial journey. My teeth clinched as I read hoping @rawhead didn't drive his family off a mountain pass with no brakes. @knight shared some fantastic family values and @brandonwilson has me considering U-Turns - all the illegal ones I've made on a red light as well as the ones I've made in life.
Meanwhile, I'm cruising along at 72 mph and tapity tap tapping up yet another post. Sorry not sorry.