This is a day so far. In case you are not also me and don’t know my dad, he sings in a wild falsetto to himself as often as he remembers to, which is often. This is interrupted if he’s eating (though in the interest of his catalog-model, cycling-enthusiast figure, food is kept to a minimum) or cooing at his cat, Stamp. His songbook largely consists of Steve Perry’s solo oeuvre and John Denver, with a splash of Starship.

We just spent a good chunk of time watching comedy videos on YouBoob. Tim Conway dentist sketch, Bill Cosby dentist sketch, Mr. Bean dentist sketch. I like the first two. We laughed and laughed. At one point after standing and watching the videos, I told my dad I needed to sit down so he reached over to Mary’s (his wife) chair and shoved its extensive contents to the floor. This may make you wonder if we were seated atop a giant, teetering stack of single stones with no nearby surfaces on which to place the belongings of the person you love. In fact we were in a bedroom, with a big bed nearby, plus a desk and dresser. If he had also thrown a vase across the room I could get onboard for the full display of dramatic arts. But instead it seemed paltry and feeble, like a toddler mowing a lawn. I said, “Dad, that’s all Mary’s clean clothes that I folded yesterday.” he said, “Oh, I thought it was just all her usual crap.” Then we watched some dudes parkour-ing around the Eastern bloc and marveled at their crazy muscle bodies.

Now he’s playing mah Jong on the computer and singing a song that I don’t recognize but assume is from a musical as it is condescending to a beautiful and young woman. He has laid aside the falsetto right now in favor of a wobbling vibrato.

I suspect everyone here is dehydrated.

Frozen corn was added to my vegetable intake yesterday, as well as pickles. The day previous I had capers. I don’t know how anyone goes to the bathroom in the second way around here. I can’t believe this house isn’t full of people driving Rascals.

We played Apples to Apples last night. I didn’t win, though I played with enthusiasm. I really enjoy a board/table/card game. I kind of wish we were the kind of jock family who all suited up in sumo wrestler suits and brawled each other in the backyard or something. Or who went and played tennis in the rain. But I do also like the parlor sports way of post-dinner socializing.

Today is my last day in Calistoga and I feel both sad to go and excited to be home in L.A. I want to get on my skateboard and pretend like it is all that matters! Talk to you soon!