It’s Friday, so it’s time to stop working and rest. We walked the garden, and the roses were amazing—almost like they were plugged into a power source somewhere!
The roses were magnificent.
These little roses produce summer blossoms and look like the Irish butter we buy on St. Patrick’s Day. Yellow roses symbolize friendship, joy, and happiness.
Roses are red; violets are blue; I’m allergic to flowers. A-a-achoo!
Just like the color of butter.
We worked in the office most of the day and finally got our reservations to fly to Florida for our vacation with Colleen and Mark. Robin was a big help because buying flights online is a pain in the rump. We spent almost two hours attempting to get first-class tickets to and from Ft. Lauderdale. Before Robin arrived, we were almost booked on a Ford Tri-Motor with eight stops; Robin fixed it.
Why are iPhone chargers not called Apple Juice?!
Joe and Bob popped over, and they made plans to repair the roof leak. In two days’ work, the roof will be as good as new—probably better—with Bob and Joe doing the work. We are so very lucky to have our son Joe around. Not only is he extremely handy, but he is also a nice man.
I am a lucky man to have such a marvelous son!
At 5:30 p.m., we departed for the International Packard Club meeting in Newport Beach. The Packard Automobile Club is an international community of 1,000+ members who share a passion for the Packard Automobile, its history, and preservation. To that end, they host functions to share our cars and experiences and build lifelong friendships. They gather annually to host a Concours D’Elegance, where they exercise high standards of judging, thus preserving the Packard history of quality and elegance.
In my next life, I want to be a restored Packard; they are treated with kitt gloves!
Mary has been a member for many years, and this is my third dinner with the group. It is a load of fun to hear the tales of yesteryear.
David has two Packards, and we loved his ’38.
“As the man who owns one.”
The auction is about to get underway. The sales go to the International Packard Museum in Warren, Ohio.
David and Dianne are enjoying the International Packard Club dinner.
Mary has a place for her new thermometer.
What’s the difference between an oral thermometer and a rectal thermometer? The taste.
Mary got her thermometer.
The Fire Engine holds an original bottle of Irish whiskey, so it had to come home with us.
What will we do with that?
It will find a home on our mantle and be quite a conversation piece.
The detailed work is quite amazing.
Mary’s friends from San Francisco drove down for the weekend festivities.
Friends.
Rich sat next to Robin and told us about his seafood restaurant in San Francisco. We will have to visit him when we see Diane, Pat, and the kids in San Jose.
We will have dinner there in the near future.
Bar Hopping intransitive verb. : to visit and drink at a series of bars in the course of an evening. We departed the hotel and headed to the Elks Lodge to have a drink and dance. Mary and Robin hit the floor, and the line danced up a storm.
The girls loved the music, and line danced until they were tired.
Mary and I also kicked up our heels. Depending upon the music, we range from beginning to advanced.
Beginning Dancer: knows nothing
Intermediate Dancer: knows everything; too good to dance with beginners.
Hotshot Dancer: too good to dance with anyone.
Advanced Dancer: dances everything, especially with beginners
We danced before leaving.
Being friendly, Mary shook the little girl’s hand, and the arm came off. I heard a scream and came running. Mary was asking, “Is there a doctor in the house?” I reminded her she was a doctor. As I approached, it looked like a Chinese fire drill, with Mary and Robin attempting to reattach the arm.
Note to self: DO NOT MAKE MARY MAD!
After some serious reconstructive surgery using paper clips, rubber bands, silly putty, two wine corks, a dinner fork, and a pint of gorilla glue, the little girl was almost back to normal. We wonder if the lodge officials will realize she now has two right arms. Time will tell.
Is there a doctor in the house?
After the botched operation, we looked at the doll, ran out the door, and headed to the next stop, Aces Bar and Grill on Chapman. I hoped they did not have any little dolls in the room.
We had a glass of wine and asked the owner to play some music on the jukebox that we could understand.
Our final stop is Aces Bar & Grill.
We got home in one piece and crashed. In the morning, Robin is going to go with us to see the cars.
