I am lucky in that my mother is an awesome lady. I get along with her well, and road trips with her are not a problem. My grandmother, OTOH, is a force of destruction that can upset even the most stable situation. She's has 92 years to master the art, and she's a fricken blackbelt.
Today went very well, with the exception of me clocking my head hard on the trunk of the car as I was trying put granny's cane away. I hit it off with Irene, my grandmother's friend. I got to see many original prints done by her husband, as well as two books and and a bunch of postcards. She's in her 80s, so the internets are a vague idea to her. She did manage to get someone to put up a rudimentary website showing some of his work.
At the end of the day, I asked if I could see her husband's cameras. There were two Leicas, a Rolliflex, a 1950s Nikon rangefinder, and two more modern SLRs. I took pictures of all of them. I also saw the darkroom he built in the 1950s (which was a dream workspace). There will be an extended geek session about all of this in the photography thread ...later. Right now, Knuckles must faceplant.