Life. Timing. The rain. Whatever things combined tonight had me purchasing presents for my lovely, quirky family. I can blog about the gifts because none of my family members read my blog, so I don’t have to worry about spoilers.
For my sister’s birthday next week: Organic poop. Actually, I’m just giving her cash toward a composting toilet she’ll have installed in her ever-so-adorable 1920s home in the Bay Area.
For mother’s day: I made a cash donation to Bird Lovers Only, the folk who take care of Snowball the Dancing Cockatoo, my mother’s most recent fascination. My mother does not care for gifts on gift-days, know what I mean.
For father’s day: I just ordered Nassim Haramein’s DVD set, Crossing the Event Horizon. This is some wild and deep stuff that — and I quote — “describes the collective and coherent behavior of the plasma dynamics of ergospheres orbiting the event horizons of black holes demanding a highly structured polarized vacuum, resulting in an alternative view of black holes where the exterior white hole portion surrounds the interior black hole singularity.” I’ve seen the DVDs, and they’re quite eye opening … and enjoyable. My dad will dig it. Plus, if he watches it, perhaps he can explain more of it to me.
For my brother, who’s birthday is in June, I didn’t get anything. He hasn’t purchased a birthday or Christmas gift for anyone in decades, so I’ve decided to give as good as I/we get. He gets a big black hole. No less love. Just not a gift.
For myself, tonight I finally purchased the present my family paid for last year on my birthday: an LED hoop!
So that’s my family, explained through a simple tour of who’s getting what for gifts in the next couple of months. Organic poop for my sister, a donation in my mom’s name (because, Mercy, she’d have a fit if I gave her a physical gift), mysteries of the black holes explained for my dad, a black hole (nothing) for my brother, and a super-duper, glow-in-the-dark hula hoop for me! Weee
