The Ninth Strange Day

Great Uncle

April 8, 2007

My great-uncle (As in Mim’s uncle. But he’s also pretty high on the nifty scale, so he’s also a great … uncle…) “Dai Fu” (because no one in our family has a real name. Even Mim’s “real” name isn’t really her name, and neither is mine. That’s just how we roll.)

Wait. Let me start this again.

My great-uncle Dai Fu emailed me to wish me a happy birthday and asked me if I remembered what I was doing thirty-six years ago. I wrote back and said “Same thing I’m doing now. Sleeping and complaining.”

My personality formed very early in life.

Oh. I had a birthday. I’m thirty-six now.