My mom comes over to share breakfast with us, something that's become a Sunday morning tradition. I warm up some leftover Blueberry Buckwheat Pancakes and prepare Greek Yogurt with Strawberries along with Teeccino and Almond Milk.
Three rock school sessions today. First band is probably the most advanced out of the three. They're doing White Stripes songs, Tom Sawyer by Rush, Ramones, and Black Hole Sun.
Banana. Dried Peaches.
Second up is the adult band.
Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Honey Green Tea.
Third is The Blondies, as we refer to them cause its three girls and a boy all with blonde hair – the youngest out of all the bands. I take more ownership over them – they're my babies.
Back home. Settling down. Napping.
Shooting some hoops on the basketball courts.
Back home. Ana struggles in the kitchen trying to make Quinoa Sushi – she manages to get little pecks of quinoa all over the floor and table. The problem is quinoa isn't sticky like rice is. But everything's okay cause we turn it into a sushi bowl, all veggies, and with a homemade Miso Soup. Afterwards, cleaning up the kitchen together and sharing Pineapple.
She puts on a silky black nightgown that accentuates her female form. I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to my room. For whatever reason she has on the Daria-style black frame glasses. I pretend she's a librarian and I'm looking for a book on WWII. Role-playing is healthy in our relationship. We use the computer chair to enjoy a late evening sexual delight.
Practicing some electric guitar at the music space.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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