I had a somewhat smooth return to Boise today. It was such a smooth and direct trip from the
hotel to the airport that I forgot to stop somewhere to get gas (that cost a
pretty penny). However, the flight was on
time, I had a small row (2 seats) to myself, and the bumpy landing was short
lived – I think the runway had some holes.
In all, the trip to meet Oliver and Gloria was far beyond my
expectations. I feel as though I have
added to my family. And the potential
for the translation, publication, or archival placement of my father’s
materials has taken on a greater reality than ever before.
Jake picked me up at the airport, after he had gone through
his own bumpy drive through construction and getting turned around on the
freeway. I took him to his home, and
then headed up to the mountain. It was
good to see the cats. I had been so
involved in the research process at Stanford that it almost seemed strange to
be home. That feeling has passed and I
look forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.
That reminds me: The
staff at the hotel turned down my bed last night on the opposite side from
which I sleep. After sleeping all night
on my normal side, then getting up, I noticed that the other side was still turned
down as if no one had slept in the bed.
My occupying the king-size bed on one side had made no impression
whatsoever on the other side. Odd.
I will be home until September 11th, when I fly
to Seattle to visit Daen’s grandmother and father. The big trip begins September 25th!
