A little Indian -- complimented with talk of Strauss, Stanford, and Electrical Engineering

Apologies to those who thought today was going to be another post about living in Italy. Mamma mia, no! Today is an historic day! In Palo Alto, California, good ol' U.S. of A., my parents are finally meeting Trevor's dad, nephew, and maybe even stepmom! for the very first time. To set the stage, here's the picture I found of their address on Google Maps' street view...and that picture is pretty much right -- most times I go over to The Cornell House, as its called, there are two Prius, one silver and one red. Now that's good liberal Palo Altans for ya, huh!

My dad, on the other hand, *used* to be a "good liberal Palo Altan", until he got a job and had to relocate to Sacramento. Oh well. Anyhow, uncanny things about Richard and my dad is they both love Strauss, went to Stanford, and are engineers, just to name a few! (And not to be confused with Trevor, who thinks Strauss is okay, but really likes Prokofiev. Oh, and Trevor, erm, didn't go to Stanford, but we'll leave that one alone for today....)

So, I'm actually a little sad that I am missing the historic occasion. I love hanging out at The Cornell House; weather.com says it's a luvalee day in Palo Alto, and with Aidan there, there will be games of Chase as well!


Tho, I also like hanging out at my house, even if it isn't mine, and it's not a house. :-) For one, observe the domestic balance we have come into. We now have Pering knives which are washed with Nelson soap!