So young corporate executive D2 worked a full day yesterday and then Ubered from Hoboken to Newark, to catch a United packed small jet home for the holidays. She knew that Dadber would be in service no matter what time she arrived at MIA...
Wifey and I had dinner at Sakura, our local hole in the wall sushi place, and came home to kill time before the late pickup. I took an uncharacteristically late nap, and popped up, ready for Dadber. I tracked the United 737 down from Sebastian, and then beat D2 to the arriving text message. Wifey and the dogs came along for the pickup.
And there was D2, our NY sabbatical daughter, looking all grown up at the curbside. I recalled the 5 years I'd fetch her at the airport on trips back from UF -- now a few years in the past.
The strange rescue dog made funny happy noises -- she knew her old friend had returned, and the special needs Spaniel joined in.
We arrived home, and had to take special care to avoid the dying rat. We had one in our garage, and the exterminator placed poison, and sure enough, Wifey saw it straggling near the garage yesterday. It was a goner, but a few years ago the strange rescue dog was herself poisoned, and nearly died, so we kept the pups leashed. Luckily, I found the departed rodent early this am, across the driveway, and I tossed it, so our dogs are safe from poisoned dead rats. Ah, the price of paradise -- though D2 has encountered plenty of non tropical rats living in the City...
We sat on the couch, and talked of life. D2's man Jonathan is staying in the City -- he procrastinated on buying a plane ticket, and they went up absurdly, so he'll T Day with his friend's family, and catch up on work.
We planned on staying around here today, but for a trip to see my suegra, but, alas, people are never born or die due to others' schedules, and a close family friend lost their nearly 96 year old grandmother yesterday, so we'll be making a family shiva call on Miami Beach this afternoon.
T Day will be at D1's brother and sister in law's lovely new house, in Morningside, with a pre trip to a house D1 and Joey will likely buy -- new construction, just north of Morningside. Ah, as Bacharach and David wrote, and Karen Carpenter sang so beautifully, they've only just begun...
It'll be our first Colombian/Peruvian Thanksgiving, and we can't wait. Joey's family and ours have merged so beautifully -- their warmth is delightful. D1's suegra Jackie calls D1 daughter -- no "in law" stuff for her.
Friday my Canes are set to play their final regular season game. Mike will be watching, along with Chris, his 1L, and Amanda, home from the City of Lost Angels for TDay. I asked D2 to tag along -- she shall, to see her oldest friend, and, apparently, there's a new puppy in the house, too.
Mike scored Club seats for the ACC Championship game, in Charlotte, and I'll be going, as well. Mike texted that he hasn't felt so alive in so long. Only a true Canes fan gets that. His sister Jeannine asked about the time he ate an entire pound of bacon for dinner..Mike admitted that was a close second.
So both Ds are with me in the 305, in this, the best time of the year. What's great about TDay is that, when we say goodbye to D2, we know she'll return in less than a month. And that's just fine.
This gorgeous morning I am just one happy Daddy in the USA...
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