I want to thank each of you who were so kind as to wish me a happy birthday. All those good wishes made the day, in memory which is where all days are, a wonderful birthday.
Tomorrow I will be off on my delayed birthday trip to the east. My lawyer daughter, Deborah, is going with me. She is good at escorting old ladies about.
We will visit my two sons, her two brothers. It will be a “flying” trip in every sense. We will fly east, spend 2 days with each son and then fly back home. Lawyer daughter has to be in court for 2 hearings on Monday.
The youngest son lives in Atlanta (more specifically, south of Atlanta near Peachtree City). He is married to a nurse, Katie, who is studying to be a nurse anesthetist.
They have 2 totally adorable children: a girl named Jamison who is 7 and a boy named Alexander who is 3. My son, Ben, is a chef.
I took this picture of Jamison last year.
This is a picture of Alexander taken at the same time.
Deborah and I will rent a car and drive south to the oldest, Stevie ( Steve to the rest of the world) who lives in Charleston, South Carolina. He is married to Michelle. He is a doctor, and his wife is in what I believe is now called Human Resources, but which used to be called personnel.
Stevie is 19 years older than Ben, but they are good friends. Both can be funny in a wacky sort of way, and they play well together.
This picture was taken on Ben’s wedding day 10 years ago.
This picture was taken 4 years ago at Ben’s father’s funeral. Note the reversal of whiskers.
I will have lots to tell when I get back home to my Jerry, my poodles Daisy and Fluffy, my cat Heloise, my house and my garden (which is bursting with growth because of the warm winter and early spring.)