Home again

Back home to stay with Mom for a bit. The house is so CLEAN now!!! I can hardly believe it. I think my absence has allowed mom to be as neat as she always wanted.
Lots of hot weather lately and a couple hard rainstorms this evening. Went out to dinner with Dad at a new Indian place, had Dosas for the first time. I don't think i've ever had South Indian food. N. would be proud.
Also, we located the new Indian food store. They have HUGE things of incense for 6 or 7 dollars. I'm thinking of getting some... but what if I don't like it???
I have now sent out six requests for references, some of them also asking for college reccomendations. I have heard back from only *two* people. If the record holds that means I can't put down a measley three references for even a stupid Dairy Queen application. Hence soy una pandadora. (I Have no idea if that is correct, it has been so long since I took spanish.)
Well, at least the cats love me, and I have friends. However I hope I am able to get references... I would at least like to go to grad school, and I am pretty sure I need at least ONE prof to write me a reccomendation, as opposed to grad student.
I have started posting on dream forums as a way to squander my precious, precious, highly-payable post-collegiate hours. It is interesting to see everyone's experiences.
In that vein, I've been wondering what all my compadres are up to. It's been too long since I've talked to most. Drop me a line if you're reading this, even if you don't think you have anything to report.
Also, it's looking less & less viable to go back to Cville (at least before grad school). Life is expensive. If I want to go to grad school, I should be saving money. If I want to go to India (before or after grad school) I should also be saving money. The parents have layed on the guilt-trip thick about staying with them, although it hasn't seemed to bother me as much as make me pity them. Dad had therapy today before he stopped by and at dinner we discussed it. I said that he seemed more upbeat since I've been back. He mentioned his medication but said that he was really glad to have me around, in that sort of weird voice that men sometimes get when they are sharing something feeling-ey that makes them uncomfortable. Which was sweet, but also made me feel sad and, well, a little guilt-tripped. So I decided to take all that into account. But also I need to stay with mom... I say need but I want to. It was so nice to sleep in my bed last night (and tonight, yay!). And I know she feels slighted by my staying at dad's so much. Really, I just like being in the country. Love it. I decided yesterday it was because it reminded me of my first home, in Staunton. I don't know if I've told you all about it but it really did affect me a lot.
Anyway, this is getting schmultzy. Hope to get in touch with you allz soon.

PS, my cell is being all stupid. Going to try to get it fixed tomorrow, but if you can't get me, you'll know why.