Yet it was delicious

My father drove me out to Falls City, Oregon to a place called The Bread Board. It's a small-town bakery that cooks all of its goodies in a huge fire-brick-oven-thing.

He and I don't do things together a whole lot; it was good for us to make conversation. Or attempt to. We have very different views on about everything, and yet we don't want to drive the other person away...this results in me saying "mmmm yeah?" a lot and him saying "huh, well..." as he goes into a different topic.

I ate this gallette-thing with mushrooms, walnuts, pesto, and some type of cheese. Now, I don't often get sick from eating something with cheese in it, but I almost always notice a mood-swing. One reason I try to stay vegan is that dairy depresses me. Really. I eat it, I get depressed. Sigh. Not fun.

I'm home now, listening to Sufjan Stevens, and wanting to be alone in a place with stars and a hot tub and snow and, I don't know, air. I'm sad that my family didn't get together with anyone for Thanksgiving. I miss my grandparents and my cousins and my sibling and the Thanksgivings we had when we were all younger, going up to some hot springs in Canada where we'd roll in the snow then get into the steamy water as quickly as we could.

My dad and I talked about what cousin would get married first. Ryan and I are the oldest, but all of us cousins are single and only one on my dad's side is still in high school--and he's graduating this year. Our poor parents. We probably unsettle and depress them at least a little.