Over the past week the unbearably smoky air has cleared, at least temporarily, and it’s beginning to feel like fall. On Monday, James drove home to Merced to help Nonna, Auntie Erin, and Uncle Brett move Papa into his new place. It’s an indescribably hard transition surrounded by, understandably, many emotions.
James described Papa’s new apartment as being a bit like our first place in Mountain View with a small kitchenette, living area, and bedroom. Hopefully without the upstairs neighbor with a drum set. Downstairs, there is a cozy room with a fireplace, a game room, a dining room, and other helpful amenities. While I’m sure it’ll take some time for everyone to settle-in to the change, Papa seems to be doing well. Unlike the rest of us, he got a smart haircut on his second day. It was an optimistic sign they were serving spaghetti, garlic bread, and ice cream on the very first night.
Just like his grandson, Jacob, those are Papa’s absolute favorites.