We're always torn between being happy for the teams but sad that Jeff has to go away.
Tuesday afternoon, Biscuit and I put him on a plane to Boise, Idaho, for the first round of the basketball tournament. None of us were terribly happy about it, but we got to the airport in time to hang out for a little while together.
Nowadays, you barely walk into the airport, and you have to say your goodbyes. You can't walk with your loved ones to the gate. Biscuit didn't like that part.
After Jeff left us and started through security, Biscuit and I went to a little cafe where you can see the runway. Biscuit said we had to stay until we saw Jeff's plane take off.
Biscuit was getting impatient, and he was a bit sad, too. So we got some snacks, found a booth right at the window and waited.
And took funny pictures.
Time for Biscuit's weekly piano lesson was drawing near, so I told him that if we didn't see Jeff's plane take off by 5 p.m., we had to leave anyway.
I guess I just needed to say it out loud because right after that, Jeff's plane came roaring down the runway.
Well, I say roaring, but as loud as those planes are, we couldn't hear a thing inside the cafe.
As soon as the plane was out of sight, Biscuit and I high-tailed it out of the airport to get to his piano lesson. We made it with five minutes to spare. Biscuit has another piano competition next weekend, so we definitely didn't need to miss his lesson.
It took Biscuit a few minutes to settle down enough to listen, but once he got focused, he had a good lesson.
We went out to dinner as usual, and I invited one of our friends to meet us there. Biscuit seemed to enjoy having a distraction from being sad about Jeff's leaving.
We make it just fine when Jeff is gone, but we definitely like it better when he's with us.
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