We finally got around to celebrating my birthday last night...only three days late. Karen was concerned since the cards, gifts, flowers, cake, etc. had all been sitting on the counter in the kitchen for three days. She was worried we would NEVER get around to it...never fear, Sister Dear, it was just as wonderful on the 24th as it would have been on the 21st. Maybe more so...anticipation and all! Birthday dinner, will be Saturday before the play...I think we will have managed to spread the celebrating out over more days than heretofore ever attempted.
Thanks for all the cards, wishes, phone calls, and visits...it's fun to be showered with all this attention once a year. And, Jeff, you are absolutely right...we should be celebrating our birthdays together next year, so Boston it is...the Hoosiers and the New Yorkers will meet in Boston for one very fun-filled birthday weekend. Great idea. We can relive your undergraduate days at Boston University (before you saw the light and came to IU for law school), take in the historical sites and museums, hopefully (if they are in town) see a baseball game, and dine at your favorite dives and fancy spots. What's not to love about this plan? Happy Birthday, again from yesterday, Old and Dear Friend...next year I can give you a birthday kiss and hug in person because we will be in Boston...You, Jackie, Mark and Me...all in one place at the same time on the actual day of your birthday...how many years has that been???
Matt hit a 250 yard drive off the tee onto the fairway on the first two holes at the golf club last night. Mark just shook his head and said to me, "Now, Hon, all we need to do is to get him to work on his short game." (Sort of the opposite of his swimming...the short game is good, the long drives are not his thing.) With those huge muscular swimming shoulders, that boy can give the ball a good whack for a strong drive. Chipping? Putting? We're workin' on it. He had swim practice before and after school for a total of about 4+ hours, had school all day (with PE), came home and ate, and then went golfing. WHERE DOES HE GET ALL THIS ENERGY????? I am way jealous of it.
Alex and James worked on James' Eagle Scout project all evening, doing charitable work, some of which included moving a swingset from one location to another across town for a family in need of one. It was past dark when he finally finished.
Oh, and Shelley, I looked up "I haven't seen you in a coon's age," and this is what I found: in the wild raccoons live maybe about 8 to 12 years; 15 to 20 in captivity, at best (much like a dog). The saying originated, or so it goes, by people believing that raccoons lived a long time...so really it is a misnomer as they don't really live all that impressively long. Okay, so now we don't have to wonder about that one anymore. (Bonus for all you GKT readers incaseyoudidntknowthiseither and were always wondering...losing sleep over it and all...yeah, right.) It will be great seeing you all today...really, it does feel like a coon's age!
Gorgeous day here today, the trees are in bloom...lots of white and pink and purple and yellow and green and I am just thrilled with it all. And...guess who's coming on Monday...THAT'S RIGHT, BILL!