The Kinfolk Descend

Mom, Sylvia, cousin & mother-in-law, Betty and I dropped on brother Rhys and his wife, Christy, and kids, Rhys (aka Bub) and Dom this week. Taking advantage of the one day off brother Rhys had to recover from surgery, the grand dammes and I (grand damme-in-training) made our way over to the Sierra foothills, which were resplendent in greens and flowery carpets this time of year, to Plymouth for a couple of days. It was amazing to see the boys...Dom with a red goatee and braces, but some of these things are temporary...Rhys the younger safely back from Iraq and now in his own apartment with good, if slobby, friends. While we were there, we had lots of homey pleasures. Note: in the photo where Rhys and Christy are trying out their "shakas," the Hawaiian hand sign for greeting and all good things, my goofy brother is purposely trying to get his hair to look as weird as possible. Good job! We assisted in a junk removal/driveway makeover project one day. Betty got worn out watching us from her post in the lawn chair.