They arrived like a swarm of locusts, bringing their backpacks, sleeping bags and assorted other necessities. Three grandsons and their parents. They spent some time checking the place out.

But then it was time for some exercise. We headed out to explore. There’s an amphitheater on the river front, but the boys found other ways to use it other than sit and listen to a concert.

I was not up to their level of action, but I did manage (barely) to keep up with Sam on a walk across the Susquehanna. This is the Market Street Bridge that we overlook from our apartment. Built between 1926 and 1929, it was intended as a memorial to veterans of the First World War.

After getting some fresh air, we returned to our apartment where Eli quickly discovered what I believe is the best seat in the house.

After the boys had their dinner, Henry, Eli and I took a walk to the bookstore, giving Grandpa Nick an opportunity to start preparing the adults’ dinner of Tournedos Sautés Aux Champignons from Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Requested by Emmet, it’s also one of my favorites and it’s delicious. There were no leftovers.

When the boys were in their PJs and the popcorn was ready, Grandpa Nick went in the den to help them find a show to watch. Our grandsons were quite appalled that grandpa and I didn’t have On Demand tv! Somehow they survived.

Sunday morning, Grandpa Nick made scrambled eggs and bacon for everyone. Then we piled into our cars and drove to Frances Slocum State Park for a hike. We chose the Lake Shore Trail. Sam was quite an eagle eye, spotting the yellow marks on the trees to keep up on the right path.

After our outing to the park, it was back to grandpa and grandma’s for a little lunch before they loaded up to make the trip back to Maryland. It was definitely a whirlwind 24-hours. Our grandsons did say they really liked our new apartment, they just wish we had an Xbox!

C’est la vie.