by Pa Rock
Happy Grandpa
Even in the best of times I do not get to see my grandchildren nearly enough. Most years I get out to visit the three in Oregon - Sebastian, Judah and Willow - twice a year, once in the spring and once in the fall, but this year the spring visit had to be put off because of the pandemic. In a good year I might see Boone, the college student grandchild, two or three times. I saw him briefly over Christmas last winter, and in February I spent a night at a hotel in southwest Missouri where he was a desk clerk - and then the pandemic hit shortly after that. I manage to see Olive and Sully in the Kansas City area more than the others because Rosie and I are able to drive up there several times a year. We had our last visit with them in January, never suspecting as we drove off that weekend that it would be the better part of a year before we would see each other again.
As of yesterday it had been more that six months since I had seen any of my six grandchildren.
That changed yesterday evening when Olive and Sully showed up and the back door with their parents in tow. The family had been on an outing with other relatives to a lakeside retreat in rural Alabama - and their trip took them right through West Plains. They stopped by The Roost briefly yesterday evening on their way home.
We had pizza outside on the deck, keeping social distancing in mind as best we could, and spent an hour or so visiting outside and walking around the yard. Right as darkness was almost complete a small group of deer (ten or so) strolled across the lawn toward the pond. The deer let the kids get fairly close before they jumped the fence and headed off toward the neighbor's farm.
Rosie was ecstatic the whole time our company was here - and Riley was much perkier than usual also!
Our visit was too short, but it was so nice getting to see the Kansas Macys! Tim emailed later in the evening and said that they had arrived home safely!
Come back again soon, guys - Pa Rock misses you!
No comments:
Post a Comment