
Last week I toured several new homes with mom and dad in the Traverse City area. Some were nice...

Some were not so nice...

Still I think I've got mom and dad talked into the one I want. The problem is I'm not sure they understand a word I say. Grandpa says it's something to do with both my parents being science majors and not having a clue about comunication skills. Grandpa says to be patient with them and with time they will get better. I guess all parent's go through different development stages. Grandpa has warned me about "terrible two" (the "two" refers to mom and dad) and that's the time when niether one of them has a clue!. I hope I can get them moved into a new home and settled in by then!
All in all it was a good week. I got to meet my great Aunt Susan (Code named "she who must be obeyed") and great Uncle Don (code name "shank hippo") .
I'm a little worried about my great uncle Don. His golf swing seems odd and the way he holds his club is pathetitic. He'll never be anything but a duffer unless he learns to relax on the links.

I'm a little worried about my great uncle Don. His golf swing seems odd and the way he holds his club is pathetitic. He'll never be anything but a duffer unless he learns to relax on the links.



But the best part was the chance to talk with Grandpa...

and Nana!
