camelot

hanging at home with the mom in law. the gang is out for shopping round #2, plus some other errands. i managed to beg off for the second time this week. yesterday, they got up at 6 am to do the black friday thing. i believe that went past ludicrous speed and straight into plaid. i'm happy to say that i've gotten about 75% of my holiday shopping done already via amazon.com.

in the afternoon we went to the park. i was looking forward to some team sports, some competition. growing up, at big family get-togethers, that's what we did. it typically involved several heated arguments, at least two people swearing they would never talk to each other again, lots of trash-talking, and at least one serious injury. a good example was the karate tournament of 1987 christmas, where i broke my hand defending my older cousin's daniel-san crane kick. or the baseball tournament of spring 1991, when shan de la shan crouched into my backswing at the plate, and my aluminum baseball bat put a golf-ball sized contusion into his temple. i really thought i had given him brain damage.

yesterday was cold and windy. we had a crappy frisbee too flimsy to throw and a flat soccer ball. camelot-style football it was not.