Chapter 22: Where in the Heck is Shelton?

Today Kyanne and I took a drive to Shelton to visit my mother and grandmother.
Shelton is in the middle of nowhere between the Olympia and the Washington coast.

Grama is doing fine for a 99-year old. She is on a real farm with horses and chickens and barns. This is quite a change from her sophisticated past lives as a flapper then a Doctor's socialite wife. She was glad to see Kyanne and I since we haven't seen her for quite a while. Like Grama says, she's got great care and is in no pain. That's pretty darn good in this day in age.

While we were there, Kyanne noticed an old picture of Grama and Kyanne recognized her nose and chin. Although I don't have that same picture, this one also shows some of the same traits, although not as well.

Just for fun, here is a picture of Kyanne's grandmother as a child. There is certainly a resemblance here as well.

After visiting Grama, we took my mother home to even-more-in-the-middle-of-nowhere Shelton. We checked out her greenhouse and yard. As you can see, any container that is capable of holding dirt is full of some sort of growing plant or food.

Kyanne asked lots of plant questions about what grew how and where. She turned down several offers of plant starts since her dog, Logo, will eat anything that looks tasty to her.

That's EVERYTHING!

I've always said "When the end of civilization comes, only Logo and cockroaches will survive." Kyanne says "No, only Logo will survive. She will have eaten the cockroaches."

Totally off topic:

This is a picture of sleeping Logo that Kyanne gave me. I doctored it a bit in PhotoShop to show Logo's true personality.

I tried to get a picture of Kyanne and her grandmother together, but neither of them would hold still. Both were talking with their hands, waving their arms, and making faces the entire time. Hmmm...

I will close with a pretty lily from Mom's porch.