tuesday: went to the hospital to visit papa. he and gramma had a picnic in the courtyard. apparently there was a riddle on the side of the juice box that asked “what kind of apple isn’t an apple?” the answer is the the chunk of pineapple that gramma is showing him… he informed her that he hates pineapple. true.
thursday: more sky, although significantly more pleasant. I was killing some time at the old house while waiting for shane to finish mowing the neighbor’s lawn (even though I should have been loading up stuff and cleaning there – but my back has been messed up all week, so I wasn’t), and was laying on the back deck, looking up.
and then I have a bunch of instagrams: