What Is Wrong With The Above Picture? As cute as they are, they hogged the bed this morning. No room for dad!
The grandkids are gorgeous, sweet and good-just like their parents before them. D.J. is so good with them all. I am glad to experience what our parents felt when the clan gathered-a feeling of pride, gratitude, and awe that "the kids" turned out so well in spite of our bumbling parenting. I'd like these people even if we weren't related. The Colorado folks arrived about 2:30 from chilly Denver and were in the pool within thirty minutes: chilled Corona's or wine, Turkey or Ham and Swiss sandwiches, fresh cut fruit, chips and dip welcomed them. Talking and soaking up rays, and the tumult of the young, dogs, and life, fishing from the dock, a manatee sighting, whiled away the hours until dusk when Jason took them on a boat ride-Audrey, a chip off her daddy's block kept saying "go faster!" as if 40 miles an hour in a boat wasn't fast enough. Those twin Evinrudes will indeed go faster but not with precious cargo. Nan and I were sitting on the dock waiting for their return and we heard them before we saw them. They do have fun.
Eve's lasagna, salad and warm bread were a hit and two pans of it almost disappeared. Jason and Lori had emailed options well in advance of the get-together. The young ones (who are in fact reaching "middle age," whatever that is), had a big pow-wow to determine the weekend agenda and finally reached agreement on tomorrow (only). We oldsters are mostly interested in "when's dinner." My pups were kind of shell-shocked with the commotion. Honey stayed right close and Buster was near too. We left for home about 8:30. I enjoyed the day so much but am grateful for my own quiet space tonight.
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