Leah, Nana Jana and I made a trip down to the bootheel for the first time in a loooong time! It had been a year and a half - since Thanksgiving 2019. We’d planned on coming in February of 2020, but that was the month we had rolling illnesses and all 5 of us came down with flu and strep right after each other, so we had to cancel that visit. Then in March everything shut down.
It took us 7 hours to make what Google tells me is a 4 hour, 15 minute drive down! Memorial Day weekend traffic was atrocious and there were at least 3 wrecks, plus we had a meal, and 2 of our passengers had to make frequent bathroom breaks.
I should have taken more photographs! In fact, most of these are from Aunt Lana’s phone. Playing piano:
Leah threw a bit of a fit one day when we were there and had to sit in time out. This was on top of some sympathy tears and crying about her cousin going home. Closer to bedtime she told me “I’m embarrassed about my day,” and then after a pause, “I do my best.”We also got to see Uncle Jeff in Kennett, who fixed us up with bottles of water, pocket knives, and an apple for a snack for the road.
And Grandma Doris with Leah on the porch swing:
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