Grandma, Kids, and a Good Friend
The last couple of days at Grandma’s house have been great. We’ve watched Chicken Run (2000) and Titan A.E., ate the worst pizza (Klondike of Ontario, Oregon), and played some chess. My son is a superb chess player for a seven-year-old who doesn’t own a complete chess set (he used to, but kids lose pawns quickly). I think the games I beat him are the last games I’ll ever prevail in against my son for the rest of my life. The way he learns and grows astonishes me.
My daughter is an imp. She charms with her extreme cuteness while deviously pulling off stunts that would get her into trouble if she wasn’t so adorable. She’ll break some hearts someday.
I tried to call my friend, Jay (AKA Hypocalypse) in boise yesterday, to find out that the number I had belongs to someone else. I called his parents, to see if I could get his new number and they informed me that he had moved back to Payette. So, I managed to get ahold of him this afternoon and we hung out into the small hours of the morning, talking about music, the future, computers, career, and all manner of other things. It was like old times. I hadn’t seen him in three years.
Tomorrow, I jump in his car and go back home to California. Then, I shall have to begin my research for New Year’s Eve. Woo.