Just got back from a wonderful weekend in Minneapolis, with the absolute delight of getting to see BOTH Dianna and my sweet brother, Lee.
A shot of the Science Museum Backyard . . .
And my favorite daughter:
Cover you in slurpy kisses and chew on your ears. . . .
. . . insist they know just the right thing to wear. . . .
. . . . and sit on your head to be the hat.
. . . Or this one, although Maria has first dibs on him, of course. Be forewarned, my rates are high for their rental. . . .
Here, we likely have my brother corrupting my sweet husband, Doug, with something on his camera. Can't you just tell by the look on Robert's face?
All was not fun in Philly. . . . This city is downright evil when it comes to parking! My brother, Robert, got a $76 parking ticket. . . . AFTER having put money in the meter AND having a handicapped sticker in his window. Down the block, 4 cars down, was a sign that said "bus loading zone." But not next to where he parked, but apparently he was suppose to know. Here, Doug is frowning ferociously at the parking ticket we got. . . . $36 for being about 3 minutes over! And then there was the $26 fine my sister got because of the way tollway lanes were labelled, and they missed the window to get toll ticket, and had to pay for the entire length of the tollroad, when they got off 3 miles down the road!
Everything else about Philly sang "brotherly love," but definitely not their parking policies/transportation policies!








And then we started getting stuck in snowstorms, my kids grew up and couldn't be torn away from their peer groups/school/work, and we stopped visiting. The book showed a visit that seemed like an "invasion", generating chaos and exhaustion, but cherished. Mary Ann and Bill always made us feel cherished. . . and Mary Ann would promptly mail back to Grand Forks all the stuff that my kids would forget and leave at their house.
Now, Doug and I can visit them, without kids, and are discovering the delights of playing with little kids that aren't your own. Here's Andy demonstrating self-protection while sliding down the steps.
And here's Joy, turning into an incredibly gorgeous little beauty.
My sweet, sweet sister. (Sorry, Mary Ann, about the flash going off in your face.)
And this is Bill, who has mastered photo-bombing with aplomb!
And as an aside. I can't believe I finally figured this out! I've been grousing about how much better my photos look in Bridge, than when I post them. Finally, I realized that something I read in a book about CS3 is just not the truth! The book said that CS3 automatically converted to sRGB in the save for web process. IT DOES NOT!!! So at least one of my miseries re: color angst has been solved! Today's photos are the first in months and months that are correctly in sRGB instead of RGB.



How we packed all of this in one day is one of those life mysteries. This is the day of the graduation party at Maria's house as well. We drove to Chicago, spent the day, and drove the 12 hours back to Grand Forks on Monday. . . in time for work on Tuesday.









Incredibly, these same 6 people once piled into one wretched Chevy Impala, with our mother and father, and took The Vacation, the One Big Trip, from Chicago to a Wisconsin cabin, in the '60s. You haven't lived until you've sat for several hot, sticky, hours in the back seat of an Impala, in two layers, arguing over which child with diapers was most leak-proof and/or squirmy, and was going to be on YOUR lap for the duration.
Oh, wait. Maybe not so nuts; it seemed I hopped on the blue one, and circled around the block, (with my camera in hand, of course.) And we played chicken in the middle of the street.
But it's really Bill that's a crazy guy. Because he set the whole scheme in motion, sending Doug off on the red one, and then TELLING me that Doug was on the cart, did I want the blue one? Whoever could resist that?
This is my brother-in-law, Bill. In the background, to the left, is my youngest sister, Laurie. Thank you, David, for graduating high school this year, and giving the older generation a chance to act up!



