Preventing Grace
There is a large grey cloud settled over our hotel and all the rest of Temple where we are all indulging in the forbidden pleasures of Watching TV!! All the cartoons (or partoons, as we call them) are just as awful as I remember them to be. Matt isn’t watching TV. He is jumping rope and making me feel slothful. However, this bed is so extraordinarily soft, after the pleasures of camping for three nights, that I cannot bring myself to move.
When I finally do drag myself into reality we will all go back to Matt’s grandmother’s for breakfast. And then its back into the car for San Antonio to see an allotment of cousins.
Have set my expectation bar as low as I possibly could, I can say with enthusiasm that we had a good time camping and that our instincts–that children who have been in the car for 8 hours should not then be expected to go to a hotel and a restaurant, but rather should run around and collect fire wood, roast marshmallows and get filthy–was a true and correct instinct.
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