One of these reminds me of our family....actually...

Drinking champagne in the morning

I'd chilled it for the evening but we got home too late and too tired to open it up, so this morning Miku and I blew the cork on a bottle Moët and we toasted Yuzuru's successful dissertation defense. She did it!

There are still some revisions to due by the October deadline, but we've got Dr. Mom in da' house!

Miku's bilingualism leads to amazing Spanish abilities

This morning we were talking about a friend who lived in San Diego. Miku heard this and brought up Dora, who's cousin's name is Diego. Yuzuru and I were trying to figure out what "San" means in Spanish. At first I thought it was "city of" but then realized that "Los" means that. Yuzuru suggested "Saint" but that's "Santa", I think.

We were explaining to Miku that many cities have Spanish names and begin with San: San Diego, San Francisco ("I've been to San Francisco!" she exclaims), San Antonio.

Then we mentioned that some cities also have "Santa" names: Santa Fe, Santa Barbara, Santa Monica, Santa Cruz.

And of course, Miku adds "Santa Claus."

Cat Fud -->

This reminded me of the Far Side cartoon where the dog tried to get the cat into the drier.


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Dreams of old

Today Miku had a bit of a fever so I laid down with her for a nap. Of course I fell asleep too. I dreamt of the Cataldo Post Office. In the dream, I was walking by as they were unloading/loading the truck. I just stood by and watched it, thinking about how magical and mysterious the truck was. I used to ride my BigWheel™ around the loading dock and broke one once jumping it off the loading dock. I got a CHiPs branded one as a replacement. I remember dragging my broken one home in tears, crying at my friends (Aaron Wilson and one other boy I don't remember offhand) about how I could never play with them again, ever, because it had broken. Not that I was going to be in trouble, but that it was broken beyond repair.

Somehow in the dream I was also suddenly unloading a few personal items from the truck (a jar of pickles, what?) I finished taking my items out, stacking them on the sidewalk next to the post office, and the driver (always faceless and mysterious) came out, got in the truck and drove away.