Letter to Ryan, December 12, 1989

I talked to my grandma on Sunday (or should I say shouted?  She’s incredibly deaf).  I told her Steve, Erica, and I might come on the 24^th instead of the 25^th, and she said she’d prefer the 25^th because Christmas Eve means nothing to her.  But Joan wants us to go on the 24^th  (not to mention the fact that Erica, Steve, and I don’t want to go on the 25^th) because then it’d be more fun for everyone.  Anyway, we’ll see what happens.  I talked to my dad, too, and he said, “You are spending some time with us during your break, aren’t you?”  I guess I’ll spend a weekend there and make everyone happy.