Christmas was lovely with our entire family together. Growing up near the Canadian border, I always heard of "
Boxing Day" being the day after Christmas. I am thinking of that today, especially because a box arrived from my cousin Margaret from Alberta, Canada today. Sadly, it was a little late for
AE and
KA who left today. . . . but I am mailing all their books to them anyway media mail, so Margaret's offerings will fit into that box! (I've learned it's also
Saint Stephen's Day.)
Early this morning strong and silent CB (I had to put that here, because
AE was teasing me about using those adjectives for her dad) and I drove
AE,
KA and sweet
cocker puppy Morgan to the San Antonio Airport. All except CB slept most of the two hour drive there.
CB and I dropped them off at the airport and then went shopping at
The Container Store for half-price Christmas wrapping paper. I've always wanted to go there on Dec. 26, but never have driven to San Antonio on this date before. There were very few people there, which was nice for us. At the checkout counter, I got a phone call from
AE, telling me that their plane to Chicago was delayed by three hours.
So we went back to the airport and got them. We had coffee at Starbucks, sitting outside so Morgan could wander a little bit while still on the leash. Then we drove to one of our favorite restaurants there,
Twin Sisters. We sat outside again, with the pavement on the porch wet from the humidity. That was fun!
After a quick trip to
Half-Price Books, we again took the girls and their puppy to the airport and left them there. CB and I drove home and got here in the late afternoon.
All the dogs miss Morgan, especially
DC's bull dog Sampson. It was so funny to watch the two puppies play. Morgan was so little that she could even scoot under Sampson's tummy!
Tomorrow I will post pictures. I wanted to get a picture of all FIVE dogs together, but it was impossible to get them still at the same time in close proximity.
AE,
KA and Morgan will hopefully get to
Cincinnati tonight--they finally got to Chicago a few hours later than planned, only to find the flight to Cincinnati delayed also. Traveling with a puppy is much like going with a toddler, except that the puppy is usually happy.
Everyone else leaves on Sunday.