The bright side of the Rexburg wind is KITES.
The bright side of friends living in far-off Boise is an excuse to go there, teepees, nature walks and taxidermy and burgers and good weather and planning their wedding; seriously it may be obnoxious and so cliche that we should just stop talking about it, but Calvin + Penny please.
The bright side of Memorial Day is picnic and Razor rides in the foothills. Calvin eats that stuff up. (That stuff = chips, which he never gets at home.)
The bright side of coming home on Monday in time for the evening Peterson/Clark cookout is partaking in Grammy's pinecone memorial game. (See Joshua 4 for more information.) We put a pinecone in a bucket to remember everyone we could remember, with Calvin's enthusiastic assistance.
While she was explaining the background, my mind wandered, and I wondered why people of the older generation have longer attention spans than we do. Can I even dream of being as cool as her when I'm 85? Probably not.