This was the second year that Christmas was an abandoned plan. Last year mom was supposed to leave from Portland, fly into Sacramento, pick Grandma up and then both were fly to Los Angeles. But due to snow, mom was stuck in Portland and Grandma in Ukiah. So, we drove the 530 miles from LA to Ukiah. On Christmas Eve. Arjun was uncomfortable, Eve got seriously car sick about half way through and the gas station attendant refused to give us keys to the restroom. She was shivering and whimpering while we undressed her in the freezing cold, cleaned her, the car seat and her up. Everybody was miserable. We got to Grandma's at 4am and we exhausted all of Christmas day.

This year due to our home being closed off to us, we decided to celebrate Christmas at Grandma's. Tricia, her mom and the kids left at about 11am for Grandma's but I stayed back to work for the day and then pick Aunt Kathy up at about 8pm and head up to Ukiah, which is almost 3 hours, but I can usually shave 20-30 minutes off. We get there at 10:30pm and were exhausted and just crashed.

Poor Grandma wasn't quite prepared for us, so we had to pick up a prepackaged Christmas dinner from Whole Foods, very very good, but wasn't home made. T'giving and X'mas are mostly memorable because all of are in the kitchen working our magic. This time we reheated. So, OK, I embellished a little bit. Tricia did make a Cranberry sauce from scratch.

Overall we had fun, but next time, I'll have a story to tell that's not pathetic.