Mom has joined me here at FOB Borepatch, which is very nice indeed. I'm not one who much likes living alone, with no family around, and I'm looking forward to having her for a while. She's also not used to living alone, and is happy to be here - the fact that I'd scored some sweet, sweet Big Band CDs (Glen Miller, Bennie Goodman, Tommy Dorsey) was just the icing on the cake.
And so I really didn't much mind that her flight yesterday was delayed two hours. Instead of fixing dinner here like I'd planned, we stopped on the way back from the airport at Chuy's Tex-Mex (who knew they had a Wikipedia entry?). It didn't disappoint, and we had a lovely dinner talking of cabbages and Kings.
I hadn't realized that it was a year ago that day since the last time I saw Dad. I'm sure that if she weren't here, you'd be reading another overly pensive post about the meaning of Life, the universe, and Everything. Now I'll just agree with Thomas Jefferson: The best moments of my life have been those surrounded by my family.