Monday, July 25, 2016

flagler college

 After the boat tour, we toured this college campus, Flagler College.  This used to be a hotel for very high end guests back in the day.  In the late 1960s, it was re-purposed as a school.



 The dining hall.  Yep,





 I love weird lamps.

 There was even a fireplace in the Ladies Room.



 And this is the sunset over Kirsten's house.
Good night.  Love, Val

st. augustine

Today we went to see sights in St. Augustine.  The morning was warm and bright, the waves and the wind, all perfect,

 That's a big turtle in the water.

This is the restaurant in the marina.



 The oldest fort in the universe, apparently.  Very old.






 Anyway, a gorgeous morning.  love, Val

Sunday, July 24, 2016

florida

 Kirsten spent the month of July at home with us in Minneapolis.  But now the month is coming to and end, so we accompanied her on the drive back to Florida and we'll take a plane home in a couple days.

After we had supper, she took us to the beach.  Even though it was 100 degrees out today, at the beach the air was fresh and bright.








Love, Val

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

a week in july

 The Little Pool is as blindingly bright and wonderful as ever.

The babies are cautious and stay amused along the wall.

 The others are fish who swim and fight.


 There's Kari, looking ghostly in the stairway as she headed down to sing Happy Birthday to Julia.





 They all went out for supper last night while I worked.  p.j. slept over. It was a fine birthday.

Here we are today at the Library Event.

The two of them were seated in a bobcat owned by the city of Golden Valley.

This is what he did when I held up my camera and said, "Smile for Grandma!"

 Okay, being less bizarre now:

 James and his attachment:

Yesterday when he took an older brother to the bathroom at the Little Pool, she indicated him, concerned and called him, "Mommy."  (She very well knows who her own Mommy is. But early speech apparently is generic.)  I told her he was coming back, no worries.  She stuck with me and her cousins while keeping a wary eye on the gate.

At the Bounce House, her older brother called him, "Dad."  Then he looked embarrassed and said, "I mean James."

James was digging around in the diaper bag for the kid's water bottle. He answers to any name.

Plus I keep calling him Dan, to the point he answers me.  He's not Dan, even though these are Dan's children.

It's supposed to be 100 degrees out here tomorrow.

Onward.

love, Val