With a Story to tell

My grandma is here and she didn't come alone. She brought her trusted friend...adventure. She almost made it to my house without a phone call, but that last turn took her in the wrong direction so she called and I went to get her. Upon arriving, I noticed a huge piece of cardboard adhered by duct tape adorning the place where one of her windows used to be.

Adventure #1: About 16 miles or so outside of Great Falls one of those incredibly odd coincidences happened. At the very moment she was on a very specific stretch of highway, so was a state mower...mowing the excess grass and weeds. And, at that very moment, the mower flipped a rock or something which happened to strike my grandma's window..shattering it into the vehicle. Had it been a moment sooner..it could have been disastrous. She turned around at the nearest exit, where they took her name & info and temporarily fixed her window. Did she turn around? Did she sulk and moan? Did she give up? NO! She drove all the way to Boise with her flapping, vibrating cardboard window.

Adventure #2: After hearing of her harrowing rock experience, we headed to my house. She followed me closely, but drivers around here will wedge in with little room to spare and this is exactly what a HUGE red truck did...blocking her from seeing me. As I passed the side street right before ours, I looked into my rear view mirror to see my grandma following another little blue car onto that street. Uh oh! I turned on our street and went the back way to get her but by the timeI got there...she had vanished. I looked down the main road and couldn't believe my eyes. She was a LONG way down the road, driving just as fast as everyone else . Coop & I sped after her and almost a mile later she passed us going the opposite direction...still speeding along. Luckily she heard me honk and we were able to make it the rest of the way to my house with no further incidents.

Cooper drew a little picture on the sidewalk and luckily a grandma with the last name Curtis made it!