|Colleen, Deke, and Wheeler arrived from Boulder this evening. Their plane had been delayed 3 hours from leaving the Denver airport, so they didn’t arrive until about 9 pm. Wheeler headed to bed immediately. The rest of us ate Colleen’s delicious seafood pozole. She had served it for an Open House yesterday in Boulder, froze the leftovers, and they survived the tarmac arriving here still frozen. Colleen says that pozole is Spanish for hominy. The hominy and seafood were in a broth.
Erin was supposed to go to an annual gathering at Shannon’s this afternoon, but she was tired and slept all day instead. She wrapped stocking stuffers, lots, maybe 40 of them, all by herself yesterday. I don’t know how she is able to use scissors left handed, and cut scotch tape with one hand, but she does it. One handed, she opened a box of Cheryl’s cookies today which my friends from Berkeley days sent her. Note the red box in front of her which says Cheryl’s. She disappeared to her room after the pozole and returned carrying the box of cookies.