Our Trip East

We had a glorious drive over the Mountains on Monday. I have some pictures on my phone but don't know how to send them to my email yet? Take my word for it, it was a sight to behold. There is still a lot of snow on the mountains. It doesn't look like May on the Mountains. More like February. It made me wish Barb and Robb could see how beautiful it is on the way to Great Grandma's house.
Pictures. bummer. Couldn't take pictures this trip because Grandma is black and blue from falling in the Target parking lot. No lasting damage but her colors change daily, and her body is sore from slamming down on asphalt.

Next stop is Spokane. After all the many visits to see Jenny while she was in school, going to Spokane is a nostalgic time. We met up with Joe in the Music Annex building at Gonzaga. He was sick and trying his best not to cough. We've all had those times, and here he is trying to play his best when breathing itself is hard... He did really good and his accompanist was perfect. That would be his friend Jeremy. He did not win and the disappointment was like an elephant in the room that no one would speak about. Not our disappointment, but his. He wanted to win. He didn't want to be sick, who does. Life goes on and we had to get him back to school in time for his 5pm Jazz band class. It was probably good to focus on different music right away. We waited til class was over to take him home and let Rick look at his computer woes... Waiting on the replacement chord in the mail.
Joe will go see the Doctor this afternoon. He says Strep and Bronchitis are going around school. It was so very good to see him, and to hear him play. It was so very hard to see him unwell and struggling. Parenting really isn't for sissies.
The weather on the East side was so beautifully sunny and warm. We are home where it has temporarily stopped raining and the temp is 48. I am inside, cozy by the fire, grateful to be home.