Sunday, 21 December 2014 / Day 4
When I was a kid my dad used to get out the little green file box filled with cards—an address card for each of their friends—at the beginning of December. It was time to address Christmas cards (by hand, of course, since this was back in the Dark Ages), and I was always astonished at where these people were located—Texas, Washington DC, Maine, and so on. Since many of them were air force friends, the address cards had frequent changes on them.
Now that I’m older than they were then, I find I have friends scattered everywhere myself. It’s nice to have a friend along the route you’re traveling; comes in handy sometimes. In the case of this trip, my friends Bill and Lilo live south of Tucson, but they made the three-hour drive up so we could connect.
Last night they came to Jesse and Kaci’s place for dinner, bearing wine. What a night! Lots of laughs and great conversation. They stayed in the guestroom at the condo I’m in, and this morning we all went out to breakfast at a Phoenix landmark: Matt’s Big Breakfast.
It’s a popular place, and this was a lazy Sunday morning, and we had to wait a bit. But the weather was nice, so no one complained. 🙂
Bill and Lilo had a long drive home, so we said adiós after breakfast: they headed south and we went back to the house to have our Christmas together, since Kaci was flying home to Albuquerque to be with her family on Monday. So on Sunday afternoon we leisurely opened gifts, and baked cookies and sausage balls.
Speaking of cookies, Patrick Sheridan and his wife throw a cookie party every year for all their musician friends … which is why Kaci was whipping up cookies. I was delighted to be included, though I eventually fell asleep in a corner. 🙂 Those young whippersnappers!