We were up and going because we only had two days until the birthday! Irene is going to be ninety years old! It’s fantastic because she has the energy of a twenty-year-old and the wisdom of a thousand-year-old wizard. It’s like she’s Benjamin Button-ing in reverse!
So, in 1934, what was going on???
We will be celebrating Irene’s 90th birthday, and through the magic of AI, here she is in 1941.
I woke up a little late, and when I rolled over, the bed was empty. I got dressed and then heard a bone-chilling scream… “Paul Paul Paul Help!!!” I thought the worst when I zipped through the house at 845 miles per hour. I arrived at the source of the screaming, and there was Mary, terrified of Fuzzy-Wuzzie.
Carlos, our dear gardener, came a day and an extra hour early to finish some planting we had to do. Paul’s hand is living its dream as a professional mummy impersonator, complete with its own bandage wardrobe. No strenuous activities for you, buddy!
We were off to the Elks Lodge, where Chuck and Lisa were going to join us for lunch with the gang. They took an Uber from the airport, and we took our van! It all worked out.
Ed and Betty joined in on the fun today. Ed got his practice session in on the skit.
The mastermind at work! Given a little more time, we have a Broadway production on our hands!
Mary exchanged our veggies for a bag of apples from George!
Our new handrails were installed, and they look and work great! No more falling!
When we returned home, Chuck and Lisa took off for an appointment in Newport after unloading their baggage. We decided to go out for dinner, so we met them at our Italian restaurant near the traffic circle.
By the time we got home, we were all pooped out and hit the sack early. Tomorrow is going to be a long day!