Photos courtesy of Kurt E., who still has the old camera and seems to be enjoying it quite a bit. Methinks he will never want to part with it. Click to enlarge, for a taste of winter without the biting cold. These were taken a few weeks ago; we now have at least a foot of snow on the ground.
Everett and I went to Kelvington this afternoon. He had a doctor's appointment and I had to drop off a gift for Grandma, to go under the Christmas tree at the nursing home. Their big party is next Wednesday.
Everett went in with me and we found Grandma sitting alone at a table in the dining room, where she faced a wall (why does this seem to be the case in every seniors' place she lives in? I swear, all three since she moved from her home in Margo. I know there is no paradise, but this crappy lot sure seems to fall to her every time. Not that she cares).
I asked her if she recognized this strapping big fellow with me. She said "I know his face ...."
We didn't stay too long. The oldsters were gathering in the dining room to wait for a choir that was coming in to sing Christmas carols.
