I made it to Boise, and not ONCE did I try to see how fast my car could go. And no fewer than three state troopers ignored me.
That said, my cruising speed was around 88 for most of the stretches where the posted limit was 75. I left at 5:27am, and arrived at the in-laws’ place at 10:41. I walked through the door just in time to see Patches crying — Grandma (his, not mine) handed him straight across to me, and he settled right down. I got a good 15 minutes of cuddly-Patches before he realized he’d been snookered and that Mom was somewhere in this house full of people. That made the whole trip worthwhile.
Right now everyone is out ice-blocking (it’s like sledding, only you use an ice-block instead of a sled, and you do it on grass) while I stay home and relax with my friend The Internet. Ahh, reunions.
Incidentally, MY Grandma is now well enough to travel, and will be flying to Utah next Monday. Hurray!
–Howard
[edit — 1:53 pm] I just finished a nap, and they’re not back from ice-blocking yet. So far the reunion has been a peaceful, delightful, home-away-from-home experience. And now, to see to the larder…
Incidentally, MY Grandma is now well enough to travel, and will be flying to Utah next Monday. Hurray!
Wonderful! Glad she’s doing so much better!
>>Right now everyone is out ice-blocking (it’s like sledding, only you use an ice-block instead of a sled, and you do it on grass) while I stay home and relax with my friend The Internet. Ahh, reunions.
Wow, I haven’t ice blocked (much less thought of it) in years. It can be a lot of fun, especially if you have a good steep (read near vertical) hill to go down. 8)
>>Incidentally, MY Grandma is now well enough to travel, and will be flying to Utah next Monday. Hurray!
Very good to hear, congratulations.
-J-
We had a good steep hill. loads of fun.
I’ve watched people blocking down that hill.
You’re all crazy. Every last one of you.
And Old Man Simplot is really nice to let folks use his hill.
(You were blocking on Simplot Hill, I’m assuming…)
Simplot hill. Yup.
Its nice to have family that you can visit semi-regularly. My nearest kin (my parents) live on the other coast, so I seldom get to see them. Everyone else is scattered over the globe. A reunion is out unless someone wins the lottery.