Hey y'all -
Yesterday, we went downtown to the River City Roots Festival, an annual event in Missoula that celebrates... uh... walking around downtown, drinking beer and looking at stuff. This is different from every other day in Missoula, 'cause... uh... there are bands.
We had ice cream and funnel cake and Laney got to paint and we all went to the carousel, where Laney rode her favorite carousel horse, Zonta. I can't really figure out why Zonta is the horse she's claimed as her own - he's perfectly mediocre in every way, and is hidden away on the innermost ring of horses. He's got a corn cob carved on top of his butt. But no matter how often you point out the big beautiful horses on the outside ring, her heart wants what it wants: Zonta.
Your grandfather has been a great sport on his visit, having long conversations with Laney, holding Hagen, going on nature walks, etc. But by 4pm or so every day, he reaches the same point that Danny Glover reached in every "Lethal Weapon" movie: I'm too old for this s#!*.
Me too, man. Me, too.
Love,
Mom
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