Upon coming to, her first words were questions about her boys

Lavina's surgery went well. She has been discharged and is waiting to pick up her medications. According to Jacob, her first words on coming to were:

"Does Lynxton have milk?" "Is Jobe awake?" "Is Kalib at school?"

A woman nearly collides with me and I get accused of honking the horn with my belly!

As we left the gas station and drove through the Eagle River Carr's parking lot, a car started to back out of its space straight at my door. I honked my horn. She stopped with only two or 3 inches to spare. "Grandpa! You honked your horn!" Jobe exclaimed. "You honked your horn with your belly!" And so, for the next 10 or 15 miles, the boys continually laughed and joked about how grandpa had honked the horn with his belly. I did not honk the horn with my belly. I honked the horn with my hand! Then Kalib said he heard a train. We listened, nobody else claimed to hear a train. Margie did not hear a train. I did not hear a train. But then we came to a place where the brush was low enough to see over and there was a train. We are home now. As soon as we got here, the boys headed straight for the dirt pile.

We pick up the boys as their mom goes off to the hospital

We are here at Jacob and Lavina's to pick up the boys. Lavina has day surgery today and will not be able to properly care for them for a couple of days, so we are going to bring them home to Wasilla. Lavina's last Facebook post read, "unspoken prayers." As surgeries go, it is routine, safe and on the minor side. Yet, when you are about to go under anesthesia, get cut into and have your life disrupted for a few days, it never feels minor.

Lynx goes; I eat at Abby's - alone

Well, Lynx is gone now. His mom and his brothers came to get him last night. His mom fastened him into his seat, climbed into the car and they all drove away. That's his mom with the peace and love T-shirt on. He will be back soon, with his brothers.

Here I am at Abby's once again. Just finished breakfast. It was a quiet breakfast - no little boy to chase around. I was able to taste and savor every bite - while it was all hot, no less. Kind of lonesome, though.

This ALMOST concludes my Instagram experiment.

Almost. I will make a concluding post later today or maybe tomorrow and then move on from there.

This morning's Instagrammed breakfast with Lynx, consolidated - including the missing parts*

Breakfast got off to a good start. Lynx began to eat his toast and

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