Conflicted

It was the our last day here in Missouri, visiting with our four granddaughters.

                

We had a wonderful six weeks, spending hours many days at the campground, especially the pool.  I’m surprised the girls don’t look as wrinkled as prunes.

Beka got a new bike while we were here.

                 

Mimi Marti gave her lessons on how to ride correctly.  She learned quickly.

                     

For Independence Day, we had a great campfire at Ryan’s house followed by some fun fireworks.

                

It was so hard to say “Goodbye”, there were lots of tears shed.  We feel so bad to have to leave and not see them for six or more months, but when we pull out from the campground tomorrow, we’ll be heading to see our New Jersey granddaughters, Anabelle and Lizzie (Elizabeth).  We’re conflicted.  :c( 

Thankfully we have wheels under our house and the ability to visit our grands again and again.  :c)

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Still Alive And Kicking

It’s amazing how much energy our four granddaughters have.  It’s even more amazing how much energy we don’t have, trying to keep up with them.  But it’s worth every second.

We’ve been here in Missouri visiting them for over a month now and have seen them almost every day.  The older two, Taylor and Kierra usually sleep over with us on weekends.  We’ve made great use of the campground’s pool, especially during the week.  The girls are home schooled so they’ve been able to swim in an almost empty pool on weekdays after their lessons have been completed.  You’d swear they’ve become fish.  Although Taylor jokes that they are “Dahl-phins” (dolphins).

                                            Kierra.

               

                         Beka taking a break at the pool.

                

                               Taylor and Charlie.

               

It’s not been all swimming, though.  I did help Ryan in his search for a new motorcycle.  Like me, he’s been riding since he was a youngster.  He picked up nice Triumph Tiger, a sweet ride.  Hopefully one of these days, he’ll be stationed close enough to us so we can ride our motorcycles together.  Some of my fondest memories are motorcycle trips and rides I took with my dad.

                  

Miracle of miracles, our missing mail package finally showed up, over a month late.  I’m happy to get it, but not happy at all about the terrible service of Dakota Post.  I’ll never recommend them to anyone.

                 

We’ll be here a few more days, we’re going to roll out on July 6 and head to our NJ granddaughters, with a brief stop in Ohio to visit one of Marti’s sisters.  Sad to leave the Missouri grands, but looking forward to spending time with the Jersey grands.

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18 Days And Counting

Yep, still no mail.  It’s already 18 days overdue.  In fact, I just received my June mail and the May shipment remains missing in action.

I called the Patrick AFB campground last Friday, where the mail was erroneously sent and they said there is no mail package for me there.  Talking to Dakota Post right after that, they claimed they had contacted a person at the AFB earlier in the week who said they would drop the package back at the Post Office.

A call from Dakota Post today stated they still have not received back my mail package.

I’m at a loss as to what to do.  I know about what most of the mail is in that package, but there are always some other things that are sent to us in every mail package that we don’t know is coming, plus several magazines and renewed club membership cards are probably in that package too.

It’s amazing how something so simple can grow into such a huge problem by someone’s carelessness.  I think it’s time to talk to the Dakota Post owner again.

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