As much as I love my grandchildren, and as blessed as I am that they’re part of the family, we leave slam dunk Los Angeles tomorrow, for the return trip back home. We’re glad of that; our grandparent systems aren’t as resilient to commotion, noise, and Houdini-baffling schedules as they used to be.  If there was ever a time we were used to such.

Our boarding passes are printed; the reservation to get us to LAX is made with SuperShuttle. Our  travelling home duds laid out, and we’re ready to roll.

Our last mission, should we choose to accept it, is to liquidate the beer inventory.

We so choose.

-k-