Captain’s Log 6,033
It was a weekend with no pressure whatsoever. I went to San Juan Capistrano with my friend, Pam, on Saturday. She got very ill while we were coming home. Probably some sort of massive cold. I have not felt sick at all. Thinking I am probably in the clear. A severe cold is making the rounds here in San Diego. I have had two staffer bees down with it so far. Hoping for the best.
Capistrano is gorgeous but it doesn’t tell the unsettling history of what really happened there. 3,000 + Indians (called neophytes) are buried in mass graves behind the church. The space is very small, and that is really indicative of how much care and reverence those people were granted when laid in the ground.
Father Serra was a Spanish sadist. All in the name of God. Forcing people into slavery, beatings, mutilations, executions. All in the name of God. Make me sick.
Statue that illustrates the “salvation” of the Indian people who lived near the place where the mission was built. Gag me.
I read an entire book yesterday. I was great!
Hilarious story of a very OCD genetics researcher who attempts to find his perfect wife by crafting a perfect questionnaire/survey that is, of course, impossible. There is more to the story than that, but I laughed out loud several times. We had wanted to read this for our book club this month, but all 48 copies in the library were checked out so we changed the selection. I ordered this one through the library system and it arrived last week. Really funny.
I get to pick the selection for June, and I have chosen this.
Thirteen-year-old Ava Bigtree has lived her entire life at Swamplandia!, her family’s island home and gator-wrestling theme park in the Florida Everglades. But when illness fells Ava’s mother, the park’s indomitable headliner, the family is plunged into chaos; her father withdraws, her sister falls in love with a spooky character known as the Dredgeman, and her brilliant big brother, Kiwi, defects to a rival park called The World of Darkness. As Ava sets out on a mission through the magical swamps to save them all, we are drawn into a lush and bravely imagined debut that takes us to the shimmering edge of reality.
They didn’t like the last two books I chose. Peace Like a River by Leif Enger (about a mystical family chasing cowboy renegades – the dad can actually walk off the back of pickup truck and not crash to the ground – way cool) and Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (a memoir about growing up in a weird family with a father who loved to place his taxidermied experiments around the house for fun). My club tends to be more traditional, but some of them actually read the books I choose. Well, 2-3 of them read the books. The rest offer really odd excuses about why they don’t have time to read. I think they come along for the fun and the French toast platters. Big Sister Mia is scheduled to pick a book for July, but since she only reads books about serial killers, this could be challenging for her as well.
I do my laundry every week (usually on Sunday). I am always amazed for find 10-12 underpants in the wash when it’s only been 7 days. I cannot recall changing my underwear so many times. I think it might be aliens fucking with me.