02.09.14

Fourth night. Smelled smoke and woke up in a panic but nothing there. Checked stove and microwave and lights again and then couldn't go back to sleep so went back to work. 7 emails from Boyd and 2 from Garcia in the last hour. Does it look too eager if I answer this fast? Maybe I'll wait a bit.

Weird thing but why not post it here. Thought about the story about the durian fruit randomly, after I checked for the smoke. We made a bonfire in the yard when we did that story and the smoke sort of smelled like that. And Grandma hid all the items the guy was supposed to collect to make the durian so I could find them. First the big egg, buried in the sand and all black, so she hid that in the yard and I had to dig it up. (Mom came home then and thought we were messing up the Castanedas' yard but we ignored her.) Then the milk, which was actually floury water because waiting for a 5-year-old to search for a hidden thing of milk outside in the dead of summer was a bad idea. That was by the cow mailbox down the street and I had to ask the cow for permission before Grandma would let me open the box. Then the nectar, which I think was honey, in a flower-shaped bottle in the treehouse. Then we tried actual durian and I held my nose and Grandma said I was being dramatic. This after she made me talk to a mailbox on the street.

 
 My crappy drawing. (And to-do list.)

My crappy drawing. (And to-do list.)

Can't believe I remember all that. I wonder if she does? I really should call. I'll do it after the pitch. Anyway, if all goes well, that'll give me an excuse...hopefully.