Saturday:


Saturday the 3rd, though I didn’t mention it in my rushed apple store/wifi posts of earlier, was Dad’s 1st anniversary. Honestly for me it didn’t feel too different from any other day. I think that’s cos I wasn’t with my family – there wasn’t a sense of occasion, whereas they had a mass said for him, and piles and piles of people over for endless rounds of tea and cake afterwards. When I say it wasn’t any different for me, it certainly wasn’t a typical day, I was in a new city, doing cool stuff and meeting up with Mark again so I was pretty distracted really. It’s not any better or any worse than the day before or day after. Little moments did come back, things that I’d rather not think about however selfish that may be so I pushed it out and concentrated on not barreling down the streets of San Francisco too fast on my bike. I did call mum, when I realized I was 8 hours behind and time was ticking on. I got a bit tongue tied and I think I totally said the wrong things. She knows I can be clumsy with my words though I hope. It upset me that I may have upset her that’s all.