It’s home visit time again. This has been a longer week than normal, so I don’t have anything interesting to add. I took a picture of a lovely field on the way to one visit, but my dumb ipad won’t upload it and I’m sick of trying. Let’s just all go about our Thursday and meet up here tomorrow, ok?
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Wally distrusts the hair dryer.
Side trip
So, Rachel grew up in Minnesota during her early years. Her father was the pastor at a little place called Souix Valley. We made a little detour to see her childhood home. It’s a church and a parsonage surrounded by beautiful foliage, and was worth the trip.
When we arrived, her mom happened to call. “You’ll never guess where I am,” Rachel told her.
We met the pastor and walked all around the buildings, inside and out.
Then it was down the road a little ways to the school she attended. It’s now owned by a guy now who rents out rooms to people to groom dogs and store stuff. The playground is overgrown, but still fun.
There was also a creek nearby. Somewhere along our weekend’s journeys, Gracen acquired a pickaxe. He was hoping for rocks to break up, so we trekked along with him. The pathway was riddled with hidden holes.
All in all, a great diversion, but the road was calling our name.
Road trip!
We went to Minneapolis!
Sunday was Anna Sommerer’s birthday, so we all took a road trip to the Mall of America and (cue angel chorus) IKEA.
It was very fun. Anna invited her friend Macy along and they accomplished some wonderful shopping. I got to make three separate trips to (cue angel chorus) IKEA, so there could not possibly be one thing to complain about, except the fact that I didn’t take my ipad along for any photos. Maybe Lloyd will do me a solid and upload some from his phone later.
Anyway, we got home a little late so I am headed to bed. Tune in tomorrow for the story of a sweet little side trip!
Confusing.
I went to a restaurant tonight and as I was walking out of the ladies bathroom, this is what the inside of the door looked like.
What the what? Men!?! I panicked that I was in the wrong bathroom, but hadn’t I followed a woman into this bathroom? In fact, wasn’t she a woman employee? She stepped out of the stall to wash her hands and I asked her if it was some kind of mean joke. She looked at it and told me she’d never noticed it before. Apparently it was an old door that they painted over, because the outside looked just fine.
Crazy.