We’re Not Not in Kansas Anymore
Our trip to Kansas was great. I hadn’t seen my grandma in about two and a half years, which is just silly. It wasn’t a long trip, but it was great to see her kicking around on her new ankle. I didn’t know they could even do ankle replacement surgery, but I guess it is a relatively new procedure. She was getting around like a 60-year-old!
We took part of the day on Saturday to go out the the Konza Prairie restoration. They have something like 300 bison on about 7,000 acres, and we were led on a tour of the preserve by one of my grandma’s 92-year-old neighbors (who, incidentally, had gotten hip replacement just 8 weeks before our tour!) Mr. Thomas has been a docent at the prairie for 10 years, and it is clear that he loves to be out there.
Not only did we get to spend time with my grandma, but we got to spend some time with her husband, whom we have only barely met. They got married about three weeks after we did, so we didn’t have a chance to go to the wedding, and we haven’t really had a chance to see them much since then. He is a warm, friendly guy with a deep, booming, professorial voice. It is clear he and my grandma care very much about one another.
And of course the journey is as important as the destination: we drove down there with my dad and his partner after meeting up at her house in Iowa. It was great to have a chance to talk with them and catch up on their plans for the near future.
All-in-all, a great trip.









