Tonight I drove the 5 minutes to my favorite uncles' house to give my cousin a promised birthday pie. My Uncle (whom my son has been instructed to call "Auntie Endora" for the Agnes Moorehead character on Bewitched) greeted me while wearing an enormous drapey bathrobe fashioned out of paisley patterned old towels and a coordinating wooden bead necklace. He went on to show me the new door he got for his house (he guesses it was an old art project or from a particularly kitschy bar), complete with porthole, bell, and an ornate Louis XIV-style frame around aforementioned components.
I often hear people say they feel they were born into the wrong family. I feel extremely fortunate to be surrounded by eccentric weirdos.