A Busy Birthday

Rush, she forgot her glasses, wait, rush again….you have had mornings like this.  Yesterday we did.  Zoe’s birthday, and we met Zoe and her mom for breakfast at Perry’s Breakfast Café for our high fat, high carb breakfast.  She’s ten.

What joy.  Far better focus than earlier years.  Easier to be with.  Her mom seemed to enjoy the meal better uttering only a few lost cries of, “Fork!”  Zoe got to ride home with us in Grumpy and loved it.  Then again, Grampa can do no wrong.  I moved on to making ten pounds of potatoe salad and G enough brownies to feed at least 40.

We got to the Church early to help with setup…tables and chairs outside for about 200 and chairs inside for about 400.  G helped; I didn’t.  Then we all waited and waited for the “speaker” to arrive.  He didn’t.  No one knows what happened, but Lois stepped in to pinch speak, and everything worked well.  All the potatoe salad was eaten.  All the brownies were eaten….of course, and a kind man in the kitchen washed all the dishes. 

I didn’t lose a thing this busy day.

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Himself:  Gym, work, life is good.

Herself:  Wants to find a new way of communicating with the  speaker.

Reading:  The Queen Rides the Train.  So far delightful.

Balance:  Standing on one foot in pool.