One last note on California

They have these orange caution signs along the road loudly proclaiming "landscaping ahead." Sort of made me wonder what exactly about landscaping was supposed to be such a road hazard. "Watch out! There could be manicured bushes up ahead!" I dunno, seems a bit odd to me.

I love California, even when it rains. However, I think it was a bit rude of it to rain or threaten to do so for almost half of my visit - my grandparents say it hardly ever rains. Who would have thought that it would be warmer in Delaware than California, or that I'd have to spend most of my visit wearing a sweater?

I went to the "flea market" with grandma on thursday - it's sort of a farmer's market/bizarre. Grandma goes there to sell the oversized kiwi fruit from the ranch that the stores won't take because of pointless size regulations that have absolutely nothing to do with the quality of the fruit. It amuses me that Grandma, who has enough money to go on fancy cruises to see the world and finance the mortgage for my parents' house, is so concientious about not wasting good fruit that she'll spend 5 hours selling kiwis alongside a rather ragtag group of vendors who appear to just be making ends meet (though they appear to be very nice people) .

how fun

Perhaps this can be my new form of procrastination, until I get too busy and forget that I ever started it - which will probably be tomorrow. I'd keep a diary or a journal if I had time. But I don't. And so we are off to the most unlikely of starts, and (unless I decide on a random whim to contradict myself and actually dedicate time to this) it will float off into the limbo of empty eternity. Yay!

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