Elizabeth’s Journal

Dad’s Visit to Austin

Just had my dad here for a few days, from Sunday to Wednesday. It was very nice having him and particularly nice for Jonathan to have his Boppa around again so soon after seeing him at Xmas. For the three mornings that he was here, Jonathan would get out of bed and run to say “good morning” to him in the kitchen (he was always already up & reading the paper), and then my dad would fix his breakfast while I remained in bed. As a matter of fact, on the morning that he left, my dad heard us awaken and popped his head in to say hello, and Jonathan requested that he go back out into the kitchen “and I’ll come and find you and you can fix my breakfast”. Also, bonus for me—two days Daddy brought me a cup of coffee while I was still in bed! I can’t remember the last time that happened to me. It was really luxurious to be lying in bed, slowly awakening to the world, and sipping a cup of fresh hot coffee every now and again. Glory.

My dad is a bad influence on me though. On Monday while Jonathan was at his gymnastics/preschool class (3 hours long), Daddy twisted my arm and positively forced me to go to BookPeople, and then talked me into buying a bunch of books that I really didn’t need, as I already have a stack nearly as tall as myself waiting for my attention. (I got my revenge by giving him the green light to get a copy of the OED on CD-ROM though.) Then we walked over to the Waterloo Ice House to peruse our new items over a burger & fries. The burger was forgettable, but the fries were yummy.