Sunday called for a celebration. It was Father's Day, also the summer solstice -- the longest day of the year and the official start of summer -- and also the day we were finally done moving into our new home. We grilled hamburgers. Mom and the Mendozas came over. Bubs and Yumi had an inaugural bubble bath in the new (to us) tub. But because there was work and summer school/camp the next day, the party had to end early. Bubs tried to negotiate with her mom for more minutes of playtime with her Ate Yumi, but Kat said no. Bubs begged, but Kat remained firm. Bubs’ face started to crumple and Kat started to get annoyed. It was pretty funny. (Sorry, Kat. Haha.) I tried to tell Bubs that even though the fun tonight was ending, there was still a lot to look forward to. It’s true. I told it to myself too.
I got talked into hosting a "reading" to celebrate the uno anniversary of Uno Morato. It was fun -- even though I swore off literary events. So why was it fun. I suppose it was a small crowd -- intimate. Before people started trickling in, I listened to our opening act rehearse and started getting pangs. For what? Youth, I think. Because it wasn't even 8 PM and I was sleepy. Though the weather was stormy, people came to be supportive and there was a really chill vibe. Harris likes to tell his customers, "It's hard to make a living out of books. Thank you for buying the beer!" I read an excerpt from April's book -- which is on the Uno Shelves -- and I soldiered on though she cowered in the corner from embarrassment and the crowds teased her for writing self-observations like I am not the kind to have married and to have kids (paraphrase). Ha!