Since Friday
we have been happily catching up with our Kansas family and friends. On Friday evening grandkids Wyatt and
Cheyanne and their friend Westyn kept things lively in the motor coach while
grandpa (in the background) was trying to watch the ballgame. He didn’t seem to mind except when their
domino towers fell on the hard table and floor.
After the shock of the first time it wasn’t so bad.
The guy in white
is another one of the auctioneers modeling an NRA bathrobe with a concealed
carry pocket while David auctioned it off.
Not an item you would find just anywhere.
I walked while she skated ahead. She was admiring the catalpa trees but didn’t notice the beans on them until I pointed them out.
From Lemon Park we moved on to Sixth Street Park. I think Pratt has 14 or 15 nice little parks. On level surfaces and uphill she is really good.
She made her way uphill to check out this gazebo.
Then she realized she had to come back down. The first few tries ended up with her in the grass picking leaves out of her hair.
She finally conquered the downhill portion, but it was good that Dad showed up to catch her at the end since she couldn’t get stopped.
We weren’t the only ones out enjoying the park.
Greg and I got out and walked today going along the paths that Cheyanne and I covered yesterday. In all we walked a mile and a half. This was the first challenge for the new pacemaker and it worked well. Tomorrow we’ll go back again, I want to pick up some pine cones for Christmas decorations.
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