We spent Memorial day weekend in Morrison with Grandma and Grandpa, and I've been trying to get various posts going since we arrived home Tuesday night (Another List of Travel Don'ts; On Having a Portrait Taken at Wallmart, etc.), but there have been some technical difficulties with our home computer, and work is crazy with our David Byrne project opening on Saturday. As always with a trip that brings many new experiences (for Clio, and sometimes the rest of us), there's also just so much to report that I really do wish I had been reporting all along.
We made the trip last minute partly because Grandpa (Pete) received the bad news that his cancer has returned after 4 years disease-free, and because he will need to undergo treatment this summer, it is unclear whether he and Barb will make their annual summer trip to New York. There's also nothing like an almost-2-year-old grandchild to cheer you up; we figured the least we could do was transport some Clio joy right to a Grandpa in need of a little spirit lift. Looking through the photos, it's funny to see that we each really had our own narrative arc over the weekend. I'll give you everyone's story separately, but in the end, the whole was greater than the sun of its parts, and I'd say that all of our spirits were lifted by our own experience of the weekend, even if we didn't know we needed a boost.
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