May 31st, 2012 | 152nd day | 48°, raining, winds NE 10 mph | Waxing Gibbous |
CRYSTAL LAKE, IL. – One of the innumerable rewards of eating Chinese food is the crafty Confucian adages you find in fortune cookies. It seems as though the bottom fortune is the pre-21st century-Westerner’s strongest rebuke to the Eastern philosophies of old.
This afternoon was not a very eventful one, so I have an excuse to be brief.
My dad’s father, who hails from the recently tornado-struck town of Kimberling City, Missouri, arrived in town yesterday, so the three generations of Brokaws and my stepbrother supped at a family restaurant, perpetuating the tradition of awkward mealtime quietude. Afterwards I hosted a rehearsal for Sunday’s event which quickly digressed into distracted-Boy-Scouts-touring-my-study-like-its-ADHD-day-at-the-museum night. Alas, there were dessert pastries.
I gave myself a 101 courses in cybernetics, creole languages and quantum tunnelling theory as well. If I die young, I’ll at least be well-rounded?
You’re probably tickled pink that this post is over with! Farewell.