my parents and sister came over around 7pm: not to watch baseball but to eat. earlier i'd started the bread machine and a nice loaf of jalapeño bread was ready by the time they arrived, as well as some rice steaming in the cooker. my mother brought her basil chicken dish. i helped my father bring in a heavy (130lbs+) metal shelf he bought for me from costco, to be assembled for my basement. we watched the game and by the time everyone left, the red sox had a comfortable lead. game 2 is tomorrow night, and then sunday is the big football match between 2 unbeaten NFL teams, the patriots and the cowboys. it's going to be a sporty weekend.
a weird dream last night: i was in the capital city of burma but it was a ghost town because the military had taken away all the people. i think all this recent unrest in burma has affected me more than i realize.