My mom was hoping I would visit for Thanksgiving and that I would stay a month or two, so was my sister-in-law, Jessi. They were both sad when I told them I would be spending the grateful day in Phoenix with family that lives the closest to home. Then they got excited that I would be coming for Christmas, but this time the change of plans wasn’t distance, but my choice to help a friend. My mom says she will leave the Christmas lights up until I get there – even if it is the middle of January.
I was excited about all the activities available in Phoenix and then I learned I would be working Monday 12:30-7 pm and Tue-Sat 11-8 pm. Not much time to pay the expensive museum fees, but plenty for breakfast and a morning hike. I was looking forward to hanging out with my new friends, Kim and Therese, but our schedules don’t make that too convenient and the distance doesn’t help either. I was enthusiastic about the holiday events (fireworks at midnight from a mountain top), but the entrance gate closes at 7 pm and the trails close at 11 pm. I will settle for watching the first sunrise of the year!
I brought my bike thinking I would ride the 2.2 miles to the store. I thought wrong. I forgot my knitting stuff to make gloves, so Caroline let me use hers to make socks. I brought my hiking boots thinking I would use them – and I should on parts of the steep trails. I asked for the gym code and got the card. I ran three times before thinking I pulled something. I need to stretch, and run, more often. I would be spending Christmas at Grandma’s and then going to the airport at midnight to pick my dad up…if he survives the zombie apocalypse on the Hawaiian Islands.
It seems that as much as I like to plan, my life has more of a spontaneous nature – and I’m fine with that. I brought some food with me – this time, expecting another empty fridge, but what I got was plenty of home-cooked meals from Sonal to keep me full for lunch and dinner for days. I expected to drink only water – and then found a cupboard full of tea that I didn’t know my dad drank. And perhaps he doesn’t. Perhaps I shouldn’t even be drinking it, but it’s warm and soothing and oh so delicious.