I must be nuts! So why am I doing this crazy thing?
To help celebrate my father's birthday! Be sure to read his shirt.
My one-and-only cousin, Linda, and her daughter, Rebecca, put on a great party, along with their husbands, Terry and Terry.
The next day we drove down to Virginia to visit my son, Mark, and daughter-in-law, Carisa. My son whipped up a stir fry for lunch. How he got to be such a good cook is totally beyond me.
I also got to visit with my grandcat. Paka (Swahili for "cat") is a Savannah, a cross between a serval, an African wild cat, and a domestic cat. He's about 16% serval. Don't worry, he's not being abused. He loves this kind of acrobatics, and totally trusts his daddy.
The official family birthday portrait. Sorry Carisa's not in it but we needed a photographer and she volunteered.
My father still lives alone in his house and takes care of himself. Here he's changing the battery in one of his 3 vehicles, his Lincoln Town Car.
He also owns a Triumph Spitfire, and on Sunday the Triumph Club had their Winter Picnic nearby. I'm sure glad the picnic was indoors. (Notice I made him wear his birthday sweatshirt all 3 days.)
Anybody want a little sticky bun? Just one of the many desserts.
The food was wonderful. And they had free wine! And did I mention the sticky buns???
Turns out my father was the only one who drove his Triumph to the picnic. What's wrong with everyone else? Just because they all have convertibles?
