We had told ourselves that we would never return to Kansas for a visit in the winter. Weather can be too unpredictable, and for a man dealing with some level of chronic pain 24/7, cold weather can be especially brutal.
Yet here we are, sitting in an AirBnB in Wichita, Kansas.
Several family members are dealing with life-threatening medical issues and we decided that we really needed to come see them in person. There was a family reunion of sorts held in Manhattan, KS yesterday. Today I visited my father in a nursing home — he has Covid so I was masked, shielded, gowned, and gloved to nearly be unrecognizable. But we were able to have a wee bit of time together.
On Friday we had a lovely visit with my mom and brother, then met some dear friends for dinner later on. Tomorrow we head to Baxter Springs to check on another friend who was like a second father to both Bill and me when we were in our teens. And finally we will head home to our much-warmer though very wet home in Texas.
The AirBnB we are staying in is a tiny home in an old RV park. The owner is, bit by bit, building up a small community of tiny homes and a small trailer home to rent out at low prices to those needing lodging for a few weeks to several months. This one has an old Wichita Cowtown decor that fits right in with Texas as well.
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