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Day 951: Something to Believe In
Nov. 30th, 2010 10:39 amSo...Thanksgiving at Cody's.
The miracle is that even though my flights were delayed going out of and coming into Omaha, I was never too late. Angela was a bit late getting me to the airport, but security lines were fast, and I made my flights. Napped a little. Read a little. Dreamed a lot. Cody and I exchanged a flurry of phone calls and text messages so we could figure out who was where. I've never been to the SLC airport but we found each other just fine. I remember standing at the top of the escalator and looking down and...there he was, just as perfect as I remember him. I hugged him, but not for long, because we were in public, and he was on a parking meter and...we walked. He hauled my suitcase, and we exchanged jibes, like we do. He was driving the old Ford Contour he was driving when we first met, back when his Mustang was in the shop. We stopped off in Orem at a Carl's Junior for food (I haven't been to one of those since I was a kid, and by a kid I mean aged somewhere in the single digits) and talked, relaxed. Cody wasn't wearing a jacket, and by the end of the meal he was shivering, but an old man asked how he could go without a coat. (People from Idaho are intense about the cold. While we were in Blackfoot, I totally saw a man shoveling his drive, while it was still snowing, while he was completely and utterly shirtless. Wolverine-intense, I say.)
I got settled in at Grandma's (and it was weird, calling her Grandma, because I've never had a grandma before, not really) where she taught me how to do hospital corners on a bed, and then we went over to Cody's. We ended up making a Walmart run for Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, and...it was bizarre. But totally, totally worth it. Hilarious and bizarre but also sweet. I can see why Cody liked it. Now, when I have the funds, I much purchase the comic and see how that goes.
Thanksgiving day dawned early for me. I don't know what it is about being up in Blackfoot, but it makes me a scary early riser. Grandma made me breakfast, and then Cody and I ran errands for Grandma, and then I spent a decent amount of the morning either reading (Cody's dad was fascinated by my iPad) and helping Cody's mom cook. Mostly I did menial things, like chop fruit and mix salad and shuffle trays, but closer to dinner I helped carve the turkeys, which was an adventure and a half. I also helped Grandma with her cooking near the end, and then Cody and I helped her transport food from her place to his. I met Cody's younger brother in person for the first time. It's weird - in photos, he looks like Cody, but in person, he looks more like Kip, which is beyond bizarre. I also met Bob (whose real name, inexplicably, is Thomas) the guitarist from Cody's band, and I met someone who might have been Richard, and also someone named Joshua (I think they called him Colonel Sanders?). There were lots of people at the table, and the food was awesome (Cody's mom makes some of the best rolls ever). We had dessert and talked. Cody with the boys is as quirky as I know him, but with a seriously hilarious level of rowdy.
After dinner Cody and Kieran headed into the basement for their traditional X-Men v. Street Fighter video game bust-up (I didn't realize, but it's the arcade version, not the console version, which is fun), and I helped Cody's mom with the dishes, and then I actually passed out on the couch for a bit. Woke up and talked to Cody, and we ended up heading into Idaho Falls to watch the new HP movie, which was darker and more grown-up but had a seriously, seriously cool animation sequence which I loved. After the movie Cody and I went back to his place and curled up on the couch. Sometimes we just do that...curl up on the couch together and breathe together. Sounds weird, but after going for weeks on end just hearing his voice and only occasionally seeing his face, getting to feel him breathe and listen to his heartbeat is kind of awesome. We also trained together for a bit, traded combat techniques back and forth. He's so, so fast, it's scary, but also kind of cool. The look on his mother's face the first time he punched me was pretty classic, too, not gonna lie. Since I need ground sparring for my next rank, we worked on the ground, which alarmed some of the boys who didn't realize we were sparring. Apparently Kieran has a brown belt in judo, so he helped me fix a move from ground that I really, really need because I'm so small, and he looked a tad alarmed at throwing down with his brother's girlfriend, but he helped, and it was good.
The next day I was up long before Cody and actually goofing around on Grandma's piano. Cody's dad was surprised - he didn't know that I could play, let alone that I could read music, but he taught me the melody line to Mad World, although he suggested I transpose it into D instead of leaving it in whatever weird key the sheet music suggested. I can still play the main verse but not the chorus of the one decent Christmas carol I learned in Year 7 and remembered the key change in the Titanic song, but other than that my piano playing remains as rusty as ever. I noticed that Cody really doesn't look like either of his parents much, although if you stand him next to his brothers they are noticeably related, but Cody has his father's hands, which is kind of cool. (Like I've mentioned before, I'm weird about noticing how relatives look like each other. It's cool to me, since I look nothing like either of my parents.) Cody and I ended up buying an inner tube for tractor tire and driving out into the snow and going tubing. I borrowed Cody's mom's snow pants (which, by some miracle, I totally fit) and we bundled up and headed out. We packed some leftovers and scored hot chocolate in big thermoses, and then we trundled up a snowy hill. The first two, very steep hills we tried we pretty much biffed. We tried a suicide hill but biffed that too (I think Cody hit his head pretty hard, but he didn't complain much about it, because he's a man), and eventually we worked our way down to the hills where the kids were sledding, and the trails had been worn smooth so we could go really, really fast. It was fun and kinda scary, because I pretty much had to trust that Cody would hang onto me while we zoomed down the hill.
After we were pretty much frozen through, we headed back to the car and plopped down on our inner tube and ate leftovers. While we were there, we were adopted by a big, fluffy, placid old dog. It had long, red-gold fur (Cody didn't realize it was as red as it was, which is why we disputed possible breeds for a bit), and big brown eyes and sat calmly next to Cody and looked pleadingly at our lunch box. I gave in and fed it turkey first, but it remained next to Cody so Cody was nice and petted it. Eventually it tucked itself between us and I petted it too, and once we were done with the turkey we fed him the rest. On a whim, we named him Jimbo, and declared him the nicest dog ever (and should we ever have a family, he's precisely the sort of dog we'd want).
Eventually we needed to head home and dry off, so we did, and then I nagged Cody into doing some homework (because he really, really needed to get it done). I read and talked to his mom and also worked on some writing while he worked. It took him nigh on two hours to do one problem (I'd have shot myself at that point; whenever I looked over at his paper it was covered in scary-looking math) and then we took a snuggle break, and then I nagged him into doing another problem, and then we ended up watching another movie with his mom. It was Hidalgo, which I'd never seen. I didn't even know what it was about because I don't remember seeing the ads - I just remember my roommate Mary Ellen from my first year of college wanted to see it desperately because she loves horses. It was a fantastic movie and I would totally watch it again. Cody hadn't seen it either, and we'd wanted to see How to Train Your Dragon but couldn't find the DVD, so we picked Hidalgo, and it was totally worth it. After the movie ended, we curled up together and talked quietly, and when I started to fade out he took me back to Grandma's.
Saturday was a slow day. Grandma made me breakfast, and then I read and wrote quietly while Cody worked. His poor mother was doing laundry pretty much all day, because she'd had about ten boys in her house the day before (I'd been warned against swanning into the house on my own lest I stumble across a carpet full of half dressed boys), and Cody was...intense. Focused. In his own world. There was lots of complicated math involved, and his dad swinging in and out of the house while he worked. On Cody's first study break we went to Walmart to get me some nice shoes for church (which I always seem to forget when I'm at his place; this time I also forgot a toothbrush, which is totally, totally me, and kind of pathetic to boot). I also got crocheting supplies and set about making a hat I've always wanted to make, and the pattern was easy and the supplies cheap, so I was happy. I did warn Cody that it would be very sad if I finished the hat before he finished his homework. Didn't happen, but it was the principle of the thing. We played some Sonic the Hedghog (and by 'we' I mean I failed and ended up just watching him). On his second study break we went to visit his Dad, who was very nice and took us out to lunch at the diner where Kip used to be a cook, and we talked. I like Cody's dad - he's easygoing and funny. Cody went back to studying, whereupon he discovered that his AC cord for his laptop was broken, so we went into the shop to solder it back to life, which was an adventure and a half. I was lame with the wire, so I got to use the gun, but we worked together and it all panned out.
Back at home, Cody managed to beat his way through a couple more problems, and then...then they found the DVD. How to Train Your Dragon. So we curled up on the couch and watched it, and it was adorable. I loved it and seriously should own it. You know. When I have money sometime. It was funny and sweet and I enjoyed watching it. Afterwards Cody and I curled up on the couch and talked some more. We don't talk about anything serious, which we both acknowledge about each other and admit is a bad thing, but we did talk, and that's what counts. Eventually we both hauled ourselves off to bed.
Sunday morning Cody's grandma had to be at church early, so Cody came over and cooked and we had breakfast together, and I wrote Grandma a thank you note, and then we curled up on the couch for a bit, and then we headed to church. Cody was almost drafted into playing the piano but got saved at the last minute by the official piano player (it was bizarre how I knew which hymns he can play and made me feel a bit odd and stalkerish about my own boyfriend). We busted out right after sacrament meeting and headed home. It was crazy snowing - had started snowing the night before and wasn't letting up. The roads were pretty scary, scary enough that Cody's dad offered to drive me down to the airport in SLC in his shiny awesome snow-safe truck. We changed into human clothing and got ready to go. I'd packed the night before (and talked Cody out of one of his t-shirts and an old hoodie, because I can sleep in the t-shirt and it still smells like him and the hoodie is warm and soft and worn and nice to snuggle in) so we hit the road fast.
We saw one car slide into the median and almost flip, but Cody's dad was a really safe driver. He likes a lot of the same music as Cody and his brothers, which I find odd because I like my parents' music but they don't like any of mine and would never take music recommendations from me, but it meant we could listen to fun music in the car. He has Sirius radio, so we had some nostalgia listening to 80's and 90's music, and then we threw down with Jack's Mannequin's The Glass Passenger, which has a song I love, and when it came on Cody and I sang along. The best thing about Cody's dad driving was that Cody and I could curl up together. I felt bad for his dad a little, because we was totally third wheel. Cody and I talked about the day we first met and I told him how, for the first twenty odd minutes, I felt so, so awkward, like we were both third wheels on the opposite sides of the car, which made him laugh, and he told me how after our date he went home and reported to the boys about going on a date with a ninja lawyer.
The roads cleared up once we hit northern Utah. We stopped a couple of times to get food and take breaks, but otherwise we made it in really, really good time. We parked, and then we headed for the terminal. I'd checked in online before we left the house, so all I had to do was print off my tickets and go. I hugged Cody goodbye, and then I hugged his dad goodbye, and then his dad wandered off to give us a moment alone. I get all checked in, and then I hugged Cody goodbye one last time, and then...then it was off to the security line for me. I managed to avoid the freaky scanners, and my plane was on time, so all was good. I crocheted on the flight and slept for a bit.
In Denver I saw my flight was delayed, but only by about ten minutes. I called Mom because she was worried about me, and I called Angela, and I stopped to get some food. Talked to a nice young man from Minnesota who's a fine arts major and does glassblowing, which is pretty awesome. Then I wandered over to my gate and Cody called; he and his dad were still on the road. They got home around the time I needed to board, so I said goodbye and hit the plane. Slept a whole lot, and then woke when the plane landed in Omaha. Angela picked me up, and I headed home. Right when I sent Cody a ping to tell him I'd landed, he sent a ping to tell me he'd made it back to his apartment in Rexburg, so we were both home safe, and that's what counts.
Then me...I passed out.
I'll tell you about Monday some other time.
The miracle is that even though my flights were delayed going out of and coming into Omaha, I was never too late. Angela was a bit late getting me to the airport, but security lines were fast, and I made my flights. Napped a little. Read a little. Dreamed a lot. Cody and I exchanged a flurry of phone calls and text messages so we could figure out who was where. I've never been to the SLC airport but we found each other just fine. I remember standing at the top of the escalator and looking down and...there he was, just as perfect as I remember him. I hugged him, but not for long, because we were in public, and he was on a parking meter and...we walked. He hauled my suitcase, and we exchanged jibes, like we do. He was driving the old Ford Contour he was driving when we first met, back when his Mustang was in the shop. We stopped off in Orem at a Carl's Junior for food (I haven't been to one of those since I was a kid, and by a kid I mean aged somewhere in the single digits) and talked, relaxed. Cody wasn't wearing a jacket, and by the end of the meal he was shivering, but an old man asked how he could go without a coat. (People from Idaho are intense about the cold. While we were in Blackfoot, I totally saw a man shoveling his drive, while it was still snowing, while he was completely and utterly shirtless. Wolverine-intense, I say.)
I got settled in at Grandma's (and it was weird, calling her Grandma, because I've never had a grandma before, not really) where she taught me how to do hospital corners on a bed, and then we went over to Cody's. We ended up making a Walmart run for Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, and...it was bizarre. But totally, totally worth it. Hilarious and bizarre but also sweet. I can see why Cody liked it. Now, when I have the funds, I much purchase the comic and see how that goes.
Thanksgiving day dawned early for me. I don't know what it is about being up in Blackfoot, but it makes me a scary early riser. Grandma made me breakfast, and then Cody and I ran errands for Grandma, and then I spent a decent amount of the morning either reading (Cody's dad was fascinated by my iPad) and helping Cody's mom cook. Mostly I did menial things, like chop fruit and mix salad and shuffle trays, but closer to dinner I helped carve the turkeys, which was an adventure and a half. I also helped Grandma with her cooking near the end, and then Cody and I helped her transport food from her place to his. I met Cody's younger brother in person for the first time. It's weird - in photos, he looks like Cody, but in person, he looks more like Kip, which is beyond bizarre. I also met Bob (whose real name, inexplicably, is Thomas) the guitarist from Cody's band, and I met someone who might have been Richard, and also someone named Joshua (I think they called him Colonel Sanders?). There were lots of people at the table, and the food was awesome (Cody's mom makes some of the best rolls ever). We had dessert and talked. Cody with the boys is as quirky as I know him, but with a seriously hilarious level of rowdy.
After dinner Cody and Kieran headed into the basement for their traditional X-Men v. Street Fighter video game bust-up (I didn't realize, but it's the arcade version, not the console version, which is fun), and I helped Cody's mom with the dishes, and then I actually passed out on the couch for a bit. Woke up and talked to Cody, and we ended up heading into Idaho Falls to watch the new HP movie, which was darker and more grown-up but had a seriously, seriously cool animation sequence which I loved. After the movie Cody and I went back to his place and curled up on the couch. Sometimes we just do that...curl up on the couch together and breathe together. Sounds weird, but after going for weeks on end just hearing his voice and only occasionally seeing his face, getting to feel him breathe and listen to his heartbeat is kind of awesome. We also trained together for a bit, traded combat techniques back and forth. He's so, so fast, it's scary, but also kind of cool. The look on his mother's face the first time he punched me was pretty classic, too, not gonna lie. Since I need ground sparring for my next rank, we worked on the ground, which alarmed some of the boys who didn't realize we were sparring. Apparently Kieran has a brown belt in judo, so he helped me fix a move from ground that I really, really need because I'm so small, and he looked a tad alarmed at throwing down with his brother's girlfriend, but he helped, and it was good.
The next day I was up long before Cody and actually goofing around on Grandma's piano. Cody's dad was surprised - he didn't know that I could play, let alone that I could read music, but he taught me the melody line to Mad World, although he suggested I transpose it into D instead of leaving it in whatever weird key the sheet music suggested. I can still play the main verse but not the chorus of the one decent Christmas carol I learned in Year 7 and remembered the key change in the Titanic song, but other than that my piano playing remains as rusty as ever. I noticed that Cody really doesn't look like either of his parents much, although if you stand him next to his brothers they are noticeably related, but Cody has his father's hands, which is kind of cool. (Like I've mentioned before, I'm weird about noticing how relatives look like each other. It's cool to me, since I look nothing like either of my parents.) Cody and I ended up buying an inner tube for tractor tire and driving out into the snow and going tubing. I borrowed Cody's mom's snow pants (which, by some miracle, I totally fit) and we bundled up and headed out. We packed some leftovers and scored hot chocolate in big thermoses, and then we trundled up a snowy hill. The first two, very steep hills we tried we pretty much biffed. We tried a suicide hill but biffed that too (I think Cody hit his head pretty hard, but he didn't complain much about it, because he's a man), and eventually we worked our way down to the hills where the kids were sledding, and the trails had been worn smooth so we could go really, really fast. It was fun and kinda scary, because I pretty much had to trust that Cody would hang onto me while we zoomed down the hill.
After we were pretty much frozen through, we headed back to the car and plopped down on our inner tube and ate leftovers. While we were there, we were adopted by a big, fluffy, placid old dog. It had long, red-gold fur (Cody didn't realize it was as red as it was, which is why we disputed possible breeds for a bit), and big brown eyes and sat calmly next to Cody and looked pleadingly at our lunch box. I gave in and fed it turkey first, but it remained next to Cody so Cody was nice and petted it. Eventually it tucked itself between us and I petted it too, and once we were done with the turkey we fed him the rest. On a whim, we named him Jimbo, and declared him the nicest dog ever (and should we ever have a family, he's precisely the sort of dog we'd want).
Eventually we needed to head home and dry off, so we did, and then I nagged Cody into doing some homework (because he really, really needed to get it done). I read and talked to his mom and also worked on some writing while he worked. It took him nigh on two hours to do one problem (I'd have shot myself at that point; whenever I looked over at his paper it was covered in scary-looking math) and then we took a snuggle break, and then I nagged him into doing another problem, and then we ended up watching another movie with his mom. It was Hidalgo, which I'd never seen. I didn't even know what it was about because I don't remember seeing the ads - I just remember my roommate Mary Ellen from my first year of college wanted to see it desperately because she loves horses. It was a fantastic movie and I would totally watch it again. Cody hadn't seen it either, and we'd wanted to see How to Train Your Dragon but couldn't find the DVD, so we picked Hidalgo, and it was totally worth it. After the movie ended, we curled up together and talked quietly, and when I started to fade out he took me back to Grandma's.
Saturday was a slow day. Grandma made me breakfast, and then I read and wrote quietly while Cody worked. His poor mother was doing laundry pretty much all day, because she'd had about ten boys in her house the day before (I'd been warned against swanning into the house on my own lest I stumble across a carpet full of half dressed boys), and Cody was...intense. Focused. In his own world. There was lots of complicated math involved, and his dad swinging in and out of the house while he worked. On Cody's first study break we went to Walmart to get me some nice shoes for church (which I always seem to forget when I'm at his place; this time I also forgot a toothbrush, which is totally, totally me, and kind of pathetic to boot). I also got crocheting supplies and set about making a hat I've always wanted to make, and the pattern was easy and the supplies cheap, so I was happy. I did warn Cody that it would be very sad if I finished the hat before he finished his homework. Didn't happen, but it was the principle of the thing. We played some Sonic the Hedghog (and by 'we' I mean I failed and ended up just watching him). On his second study break we went to visit his Dad, who was very nice and took us out to lunch at the diner where Kip used to be a cook, and we talked. I like Cody's dad - he's easygoing and funny. Cody went back to studying, whereupon he discovered that his AC cord for his laptop was broken, so we went into the shop to solder it back to life, which was an adventure and a half. I was lame with the wire, so I got to use the gun, but we worked together and it all panned out.
Back at home, Cody managed to beat his way through a couple more problems, and then...then they found the DVD. How to Train Your Dragon. So we curled up on the couch and watched it, and it was adorable. I loved it and seriously should own it. You know. When I have money sometime. It was funny and sweet and I enjoyed watching it. Afterwards Cody and I curled up on the couch and talked some more. We don't talk about anything serious, which we both acknowledge about each other and admit is a bad thing, but we did talk, and that's what counts. Eventually we both hauled ourselves off to bed.
Sunday morning Cody's grandma had to be at church early, so Cody came over and cooked and we had breakfast together, and I wrote Grandma a thank you note, and then we curled up on the couch for a bit, and then we headed to church. Cody was almost drafted into playing the piano but got saved at the last minute by the official piano player (it was bizarre how I knew which hymns he can play and made me feel a bit odd and stalkerish about my own boyfriend). We busted out right after sacrament meeting and headed home. It was crazy snowing - had started snowing the night before and wasn't letting up. The roads were pretty scary, scary enough that Cody's dad offered to drive me down to the airport in SLC in his shiny awesome snow-safe truck. We changed into human clothing and got ready to go. I'd packed the night before (and talked Cody out of one of his t-shirts and an old hoodie, because I can sleep in the t-shirt and it still smells like him and the hoodie is warm and soft and worn and nice to snuggle in) so we hit the road fast.
We saw one car slide into the median and almost flip, but Cody's dad was a really safe driver. He likes a lot of the same music as Cody and his brothers, which I find odd because I like my parents' music but they don't like any of mine and would never take music recommendations from me, but it meant we could listen to fun music in the car. He has Sirius radio, so we had some nostalgia listening to 80's and 90's music, and then we threw down with Jack's Mannequin's The Glass Passenger, which has a song I love, and when it came on Cody and I sang along. The best thing about Cody's dad driving was that Cody and I could curl up together. I felt bad for his dad a little, because we was totally third wheel. Cody and I talked about the day we first met and I told him how, for the first twenty odd minutes, I felt so, so awkward, like we were both third wheels on the opposite sides of the car, which made him laugh, and he told me how after our date he went home and reported to the boys about going on a date with a ninja lawyer.
The roads cleared up once we hit northern Utah. We stopped a couple of times to get food and take breaks, but otherwise we made it in really, really good time. We parked, and then we headed for the terminal. I'd checked in online before we left the house, so all I had to do was print off my tickets and go. I hugged Cody goodbye, and then I hugged his dad goodbye, and then his dad wandered off to give us a moment alone. I get all checked in, and then I hugged Cody goodbye one last time, and then...then it was off to the security line for me. I managed to avoid the freaky scanners, and my plane was on time, so all was good. I crocheted on the flight and slept for a bit.
In Denver I saw my flight was delayed, but only by about ten minutes. I called Mom because she was worried about me, and I called Angela, and I stopped to get some food. Talked to a nice young man from Minnesota who's a fine arts major and does glassblowing, which is pretty awesome. Then I wandered over to my gate and Cody called; he and his dad were still on the road. They got home around the time I needed to board, so I said goodbye and hit the plane. Slept a whole lot, and then woke when the plane landed in Omaha. Angela picked me up, and I headed home. Right when I sent Cody a ping to tell him I'd landed, he sent a ping to tell me he'd made it back to his apartment in Rexburg, so we were both home safe, and that's what counts.
Then me...I passed out.
I'll tell you about Monday some other time.
