The airport itself would have made a nice post 65, learning about air travel vocabulary and what is and isn't allowed on planes and why (weight limits due to the mechanics of lift, threats of terrorism real and imagined, etc.). But I was having a hard time taking pictures while driving, so I didn't properly document that one.
This past Thursday being the first Thursday, we all went downtown for the gallery open houses. Woody greatly enjoys playing tour guide, and liked showing his cousin and grandmother the old bank vault that is now an art studio.
I must say it was nice to be downtown amid happy crowds and holiday lights and good art. The cousins were glad to be in one another's company, too.
And in sadder news, the helicopter broke. It saw a lot of action Thursday night between Aila and Woody, and there were several falls from great heights. Woody took it in stride; we had prepped him for such an eventuality, but I'm hoping to find a sturdier replacement.