Christmas Eve 2000
Frankie hooked me up with a ride to the airport this morning at a smudge after four o’clock. My flight to Boise, scheduled to depart at half past six, was on time and the flight went without incident. Boise had some residual snow when I arrived, but nothing significant. The roads were all dry.
I was greeted at the airport by my ex-wife and my daughter, who took me to Grandma‘s house. Her Christmas Eve get-together, traditional for her now that all of her kids and grandkids have grown up, was great fun. I got to see my brother, his wife, and their son for the first time since I left Moscow some 18 months ago. Shortly into my visit, my ex-wife headed for Vale and grabbed my son and brought him over.
My cousin finished his stint as an Army ranger and is deciding on a school and a major (*coughcoughcough Idaho coughcoughcough Computer Science coughcoughcough*).
My sister seems to be doing well, too. She brought two of her exceedingly rambunctious daughters over. They’re very cute, but also extremely high-strung. Imagine a four-year-old on speed. That’s pretty much what my nieces are like.
It was very cool to see my family all together in one place again, which hasn’t happened in a very long time. We should all get together more often. It was fun.