Grammy and Grandpa came to visit Makili and check out our new house this weekend. We wanted to take them to Fort Foster, a really fantastic park near our house. In the winter, there they shut the gate and you have to walk in and we discussed ahead of time how we could get my dad in since it was too far from him to walk. This is the sort of problem that Raph really latches onto. So he set out to find a way to roll my father into Fort Foster, though we also did briefly consider a kayak, like those hand-made by our friend Shipp that you can see on the 4-month blog. Anyway, he shared the problem with Larry, and next thing we knew, Larry showed up with a zippy scooter he found at a deal on Craig's List. It would have been really awesome if the tire hadn't gone flat half way through the adventure. Dad survived, the wheel got slimed, so it all turned out alright, but I think my dad might be more careful about how far he goes next time.
We also got to watch the Steelers in my parents' hotel room (can you believe that they refused to stay with us!) OOOOhhhhh...TV, such a luxury when you don't have one. TV, despite his appropriate bib, slept through the game while we played bridge and hung out. The weather was wet and cloudy and cold, and so eating, playing cards, and shopping for house stuff was how we entertained ourselves. My parents did watch Makili for the day on Monday and everybody had a good time, despite some questionable phone messages left for me... We're so lucky.
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