The Land of the Kosher

So, the drive home was long, since there was enough traffic that it took an hour just to go the eight miles from the 1 to the 152, but it was really nice to do it with my dad (and in his fancy Prius). I'm really glad he came, though it definitely wasn't my intention when I called home Thursday evening.

Anyway, down here is...down here. I haven't done anything exciting yet except be dragged to services at the new temple (Aliyah) to meet the other Rabbi. She's nice, and I'd actually met her before, at camp when I was 13. She's a UCSC alumna (Stevenson), and said when she was there, College 8 was new thing. So, she was there early 90's. She offered herself as someone to talk to about potentially going to rabbinical school if that ever ends up looking like something I want to do again, and about "other things...and remember, I DID go to Santa Cruz..." And my mom had told me she's queer-positive already. So, maybe. She seems nice, but I was running on 12 hours of sleep total between 3 days and wasn't very alert or receptive.

Today was the Father's Day thing...BBQ with the grandpa, and watched my mom and uncle get into an argument when he forgot to tell her his in-laws were coming and would need food, too. Pam, the crazy grandmother, was mostly okay today. Now I am hiding in my room on the (now working!) computer.