Well, my uncle leaves today to head back down to Richmond, Virginia. I can't believe he's leaving already. I feel like I hardly had any time to spend with him at all. Time just flies, doesn't it, gang? It really makes me feel sad -- or maybe I should say wistful? Time just starts barreling down at a million miles an hour. It seems like it really was just yesterday that I was only 16 and I was staying with him & his now-departed housemate in their gorgeous & enormous old home, having the time of my life. Everything was serene there and so beautiful. The house had been built in 1917, it was 4 stories high, including maid's quarters, and completely renovated and filled with antiques. I will never, ever forget those days as long as I live. (They've been over now for a while already, though; sadly.)

Yesterday, we all went down to the north market to have lunch -- me, my uncle, my mom, and my cousins. It was an opportunity to -- yes!! -- buy butter from Ireland and real camembert from Normandie. Things like that totally excite me, gang. (Of course, it reminds me of living in NYC, when I could go down to the corner instead of across town and buy this kind of stuff... Ah well.) Camembert is probably my favorite cheese. Well, I really love cheese, so let's say it's right up there among my very favorites. And normally I just buy it at Kroger now b/c Kroger is right across the street from me, and their camembert is made in America in the "style of the Normandie tradition" -- not the same by any stretch. However, now my brand new Frigidaire is totally stinky. Every time I swing open the door, everything smells like camembert.