As I mentioned, my dad had one doosy of a travel itinerary. But he managed to fit a week in at our northern abode between his conferences in Austin, Boston, and Kansas City. I was determined not to make the same mistake I did while my mom was here, and had my camera out the whole time.
Dad is a financial planner and could not have had a worse time to be traveling. The poor guy wasn't able to take much of a break. The stock market wreaked complete havoc on any chance for complete relaxation. He had to take a lot of phone calls. I understood completely. It was actually very educational for me to hear him talk to his clients about our economic situation. I heard him give the same information dozens of times as he tried to talk them off their financial ledges. And for a while every day, he would turn the ringer of his cell phone off and we would get out of the house.
We did all the usual things around here. I can never get enough of this area. We drove the Pond Hill Farm-tunnel of trees-Legs Inn loop. We went downtown to watch the salmon run and ate tomato gorgonzola soup (my new favorite food)at Julienne Tomatoes. We spent a sunny day on Mackinac Island. He read stories to the kids every night, helped with bath time, mowed our lawn and restrung Cori's guitar. We had a very lovely week. Except for Gracie's very three-year-old attitude. But Dad was really patient with that too.
the legs of Legs Inn
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Darcy- I accidently rejected your comment. Sorry. I was adding comments using my iPod and hit the wrong little button. I appreciate your comiseration. I know that as kiddos go, Grace is a dream come true. But at the end of the day lately... If I have to deal with one more bucket of tears over whatever it may be...
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