Stuffed stockings
Christmas came early this year. Yau Neih's mother and sister arrived to spend the holidays with us. They have never spent Christmas apart before and decided to keep the tradition. (And I thought they were crazy to come all the way out to Chicago! ;-) ) This afternoon, I was busy doing that last minute cleaning and the kids were continually monitoring the time. (Yau Neih had an afternoon class.) About 3:55, I sent them out to the 2nd floor balcony to watch for our ride. I could hear them chattering all the way in our flat. At 4:05, we got a call from a friend in Kunming who had just escorted them to the plane. The kids squealed with delight. Five minutes later, our friend Marty showed up to give us a ride to the airport. More squeals. (from the girls, not Marty) We loaded our borrowed wheelchair into the back of the truck and drove up the hill to the classroom building to fetch Yau Neih. She came hurrying down the stairs and ran to the truck. She climbed in, handed me a pile of books and they drove off. (There was only so much room in the truck, so I stayed behind.)(Now that I think about it, I could have had a ride in the back of the pickup. Rats.)(Or I could have hitched the wheelchair to the back of the truck and... nah, it's only a borrowed wheelchair.) Anyway, A bit more than an hour later the truck returned and we got the in-laws settled. After supper, they opened their suitcase and brought out all sorts of American foodstuffs that they had brought along. The kids were oohing and ahhing just like they were opening presents. But then, I guess that's what they were.
posted by John @ 6:00 AM
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