Today was the big day. This is the day my mother has been
asking about for about two months now. This day she can remember.
Every day it's "When is Jeri coming?" "When is Jeri coming?"
Well. Today was the day. I told my mother many times that
she and Phil would arrive today, but that she would not see them until tomorrow
because they would not arrive at the Sacramento airport until 11 p.m.
Walt, his sister, and the kids have developed this text shorthand
whenever they are traveling. Whenever they stop somewhere, they send everyone a
one-word message, the word being the name of the place where they have stopped. It's
difficult enough for me to write in 140 characters. To send a one-word text message
goes against the grain. Sometimes I do it, sometimes not.
But the first Jeri text message came around 2 p.m., when I was
visiting my mother. It said "Logan" and I knew they had made it to the
Boston airport.
By the time I got home from visiting my mother, Jeri had had a chat
with Walt, saying that they wanted pizza when they got home. Their flight was
delayed in Dallas so they had only enough time to switch planes and no time to get
anything to bring on the plane for dinner and knew they would be starving by the time they
arrived here (as it would, by that time, be 2 a.m. their time!)
She said Phil would love a Symposium pizza. Symposium
is our local Greek restaurant and they have very good pizza. In fact, I forgot how
good their pizza was. It's not the typical crust that you get with Italian pizza,
but something much lighter, crisper and oilier...probably more calorie-laden, since I like
it so much!
So before our dinner, Walt went out and got a Symposium
pizza for Jeri and Phil. He got an extra large because he figured he and I would
probably have some too, though we would have had a real dinner by the time they arrived.
At 10:30, Walt drove out to the airport and I cleared off the kitchen
table in preparation.
Phil was thrilled that we had Symposium pizza.
Walt even had some beer in the fridge outside, so we all sat around
eating pizza and drinking beer (except me, because I was still into water).
Jeri, who does not watch TV, had gotten interested in the TV show Smash
since the recent class that she taught did all Smash songs at their concert and
she wanted to know what the show was about, so she had just gotten the tapes at the
library had a marathon Smash watching session, watching both seasons of the show,
and we were talking about it. Neither Walt nor Phil had seen even one episode of the
show, so Walt started a conversation with Phil about football, which Jeri joined and Walt
was (jokingly) upset that Jeri had switched from the girl conversation to the boy
conversation.
We sat around chatting about theater and dogs and cars and I don't
know what all until the Bostonians started to fade, badly. By the time they
staggered off to bed it was 4 a.m. their time. We had all but finished the whole
pizza by then, save for one piece.
Tomorrow morning after breakfast we'll go over to see my mother and
on Sunday Ned and Marta are going to join us and we'll all go to the Sunday brunch, so we
have a chance to all visit together.
The trip is going to be a whirlwind, since they have so much to
accomplish and need to drive Jeri's new car back to Boston by a certain date.
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