As one ages, one wonders when to call the folks upon safely arriving home. We called Jim’s parents to let them know we arrived safely this afternoon, but would not call them if we had flown to Chicago or LA. It’s strange to be a grown adult and call your parents to say “I got home OK.”
Of course if it was overseas that’s a reason, or working in the Congo. It must be that parent-child bond that kicks in. Jim’s mother gave me an antique green glass lemon reamer because she knows that mine was broken many years ago. There’s more to the story, which makes her gesture even sweeter.
We had an activity-filled several days that was punctuated by quiet time and reading and sleep. I’d give you the address but you can’t afford this B&B!
Zoe is nearly 40 lbs. and impeccably groomed for her visit. She’s an Aussie shelter mutt. Coco is a five pound, five month-old Yorkie. They played, then slept, like crazy. At one point yesterday Zoe had Coco’s head in her mouth, but only very lightly for a fraction of a second and to say “Gotcha!” We had to give them a few “time outs” but they both slept through the night, which allowed us to do so as well.
It was wonderful to see Jim’s family and spend some time together on Thanksgiving. We got to see Nanny and all sorts of relatives, older and younger. The weather held up for us on turkey day, with a temperature of 74 degrees, so the kids could go out and play. It rained all day Friday.
This morning as I was packing the car, it was about 48 degrees and I had to go to the car to get a jacket. The nippy temperatures must have led to friskiness as within a moment two bulls and two billy goats (in separate pastures a few feet away from me) showed an amorous nature. Gives farming a whole new meaning.
We saw some fall foliage upon the return but under cloudy skies the colors are harder to appreciate. Back home, the sun came out and everything is unpacked. We unloaded the car and I went to the closest store just to take care of dinner and breakfast, as I cleaned out the frig Wednesday morning before we left.
When I got home I started unpacking groceries and Jim asked if there was anything he could do. I knew I had an hour of unpacking and other things to do, and said “yes, please call your mother and tell her we got home OK.”
Cooking with Dee 
We still let the parental units know we got home ok. But we do it via email. CollegeSon lets us know by text. The more things change, the more things stay the same!
Heh heh. Yes I still have to make those check-in calls, but that street runs both ways now – when I leave my folks, for instance from a rendevous point in Cedar Hill, I ask ’em to call ME when they get home!