The Bingham Diaries

Well, I'm back home with all the shortlings and my oh my is it ever nice. I really do like us to be together all the time. Taylor's back into the swing of things and is acting nicely again. It's taking me a little longer to adjust. DadGuy held down the fort pretty well... okay, amazingly well. The house was spotless when I got home. Still, I don't think he'll be asking to trade places with me anytime soon.

The funeral was beautiful. People sent the most amazing flowers, and cards, and food... Oh. My. Life. The food! There was definitely an overabundance of cakes and pies and sweet things. I even wrote down in my notebook that next time someone dies, take the family something hot and spicy, because they'll have HAD it with the sugar.

I also made a goal to take lots of pictures. I debated about taking pictures almost the whole time. Then I decided that eventually, people would be grateful that I had the audacity to take pictures and that anyone who disagreed could just get over it. Now, if I had remembered to say, CLEAN MY LENS, the pictures would have been much better. Instead, they're all blurry on the sides. Oh well.

And would you believe that I don't know how to end this without getting all awkward and stuff? No really, I've tried. So instead, I leave you with this....

M. Grant Christensen
1916-2009

Grant's Girls
Marilyn, Janice, Karen, Aenone (his wife), Kathy, Berit