Weaversville

We had fun this year with Autumn and Tyler coming up to visit us to see and play in the snow up near Inskip California.  I didn’t realize that Sam’s Tahoe didn’t have 4 wheel drive so we ventured quite a way past where we probably should have but found a nice snowy playground on that last Powelltown rd exit.  (We had room to back uphill a bit and ease our way back downhill through the treacherous icy roads.)  Tyler was unmerciful as usual throwing hard snow snowballs at Grandpa, (me), and I did my best to duck but he hit home on more than one occasion.  I got even with Ty by grabbing a bunch of snow and stuffing it down his back.  Autumn protested, Grandpa…. why are you being mean to Tyler.  I said, because there is so little time to spend with you guys and I want to have as much fun as I can while you are here.  She must have said that 5-10 times before we were safely back in our warm Truck and SUV.  Just before they arrived Tinker,  (our Jack Russell that Sam put in our care was brutally mauled by a German Shepperd Chow Mix dog.)  We asked them to pay the vet bills, and everything seemed to be going along fine when while Sam, Tyler and Autumn were still visiting we received a bomb threat because Nicki, (the owner of the dog told here live-in boy friend that the aggressive dog had to return to her parents house,)  and he retaliated by making a bomb threat.  Long story short, we called the police, filed a report, called Animal Control, to seal the deal.  Next morning we were all playing Frisbee and throwing Tylers new sponge football around, (Grandma took them to the Dollar saver and let them pick what they wanted to bring home arms full and happy.)  He loved to overthrow the football and then hit me with little rocks he would pick up while I had my back turned.  I told him to remember the snow trip when I stuffed snowballs down his back, and that I had a refrigerator full of ice if he kept up nailing me with rocks.  This was all happening while Sam was loading the Tahoe for the return trip to La Mirada.  So we hugged each other and bid our farewells until we meet again and off they went through the concrete jungles to reach their home in Southern California.