Around about this point, it also became apparent that the video my aunt had taken for her internship project had ... not taken, and she would have to start over. This was a cause for woe.
We then took the dogs up to Fort Funston. I was feeling a bit worn-out from the box-shuffling, so my aunt proposed that she take the high-energy poodle and I take the arthritic old Lab Deacon. I was amenable to this, although squeamish about picking up dog poop. So my aunt stuck with me until Deacon pooped, and left me with two bags in case he should poop again, and headed off with the poodle. (I also had a container of cubed turkey for bribes.)
Inevitably, Deacon pooped not once, not twice, but three more times. I will note for personages such as the Best Friend that yes, using a bag for more than one instance of poop is all well and good, provided you haven't already thrown out the bag, and also provided that the poop in question is what we might technically call 'solid'. The last and most disgusting one was the one for which I had no bag; I called my aunt in some distress, and she advised that I might bum a bag from a passerby, which I did most apologetically.
The poodle had meanwhile run down to the beach, so my aunt took an unexpected detour.
After we got ourselves collected again, we continued. My aunt had declared that even though she Wasn't Doing Christmas, she was getting my younger cousin and me both new shoes. He'd gone off on his own to pick out shoes earlier. My aunt had a shoe store in mind, but when we arrived they were closed. I spotted another nearby one, and we headed thattaway.
My aunt proceeded to find pretty much every vaguely-black sneaker in the store in a size 10 for me, and I tried them on. This is the sort of proceeding that would have been a high-drama nightmare some 12 years past, but mostly only served to amuse. I found that there are some shoes that are way too light in the heel for me, that I don't trust a single small patch of velcro to hold a sneaker, and that I must be able to dance in a shoe to want to wear it. We eventually narrowed it down, and I vetoed a second pair, although I did look longingly at knee socks.
We hit Trader Joe's after that, which was only notable for my aunt nearly running someone down as she cruised across the parking lot perched on the fully loaded shopping cart. (She's in her mid-50s, and has to get her entertainment somehow.)
We watched some Family Guy (after? with?) dinner.
Aunt-Fayoumis wants to do a road trip up to Seattle to see Tay-Tay. That could be interesting, though I hope to be happily employed by the time that comes about.
I crashed hard after accumulating a whole lot of fic recs.
Yesterday, my aunt and I hit the farmers' market, got a whole lot of vegetables, and then she ran some more errands while I read in the car. Then I crashed out for a nap pretty much when we got back.