The Daily School Bus: at the gas station but not getting gas

Even though I knew it was unlikely that I would see one, I kept my eyes open for a schoolbus all day. I never saw one. So I fall back to earlier in the week, when I was gassing up the Ford Escape before I drove Margie and Lynxton to Anchorage. This bus was parked at the gas station, but wasn't getting any gas. Maybe the driver needed a snack. I don't know. Maybe the driver needed coffee. They have some pretty good cinnamon rolls in this gas station, too.

Text added at 10:11 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 49 and counting.

This is the reason I went to Anchorage

This is why I drove to Anchorage in the first place - not so much to pick up these boys, but their grandmother. They then wanted to come home with us and so they did. I had rolled the window down in Eagle River so they could instruct me on how to fill the car up with gas. Then I closed the gas cap, rolled up the window and off we went. "Roll down the window! Roll down the window!" Kalib started to shout as we rolled onto Eagle River's main road. "My ear got in the window!" He mean the ear of his hat. I rolled the window down. He pulled it out. "My ear is broken!" he complained. A few stitches had come out. 

Text added at 8:43 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 48 and counting.

Jobe rolls the windows down, I roll them up

We are stopped in Eagle River for gas right now! As we left Anchorage, Jobe rolled the back windows down. Margie told me to roll them part way back up, and lock the kids control so they couldn't do it. I did. "Grandpa, why did you roll the windows up? "Jobe asked "I want it down! What the... " I thought he was going to say… But he said "...heck!"