Home sweet home - er, well, home, anyway. Most everything is the same as it was 13 months ago, when I first drove out to New Hampshire. One thing that's changed: I'm apparently a minor celebrity now, for keeping the blog. I got interviewed by someone from the local paper, as well as someone from the local cable access show (best question: "is disco music affecting weather patterns in New Hampshire too?")

Aside from working the press, I got to spend plenty of time with my folks. Throwing parties is their hobby - they once threw a week-long block party including rides for Casimir Pulaski Day, which I thought was purely a Chicago holiday. For the return of their beloved son on America's birthday, they threw a rollerskating party. I tried desperately to turn it into a Roller Derby party but no one wanted to elbow each other into the lawn down the street. Ah well. My folks kept subtly hinting that there must be some way that I could do everything that I'm doing now (with the same exact people) but here in California instead of "all the way out there." I gently explained that the world couldn't handle Otis H. Basketry, bread visionary, in a Fourth of July skate party.

Now listening to: "The Days of Wine and Roses" by the Dream Syndicate

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