I was awakened this morning by the soft caress of my wife Marilyn, she gently said, (in her best morning voice and Marge Simpson imitation) "You're how old?" Then she blurted out an uncontrolled giggle. This began my birthday.
Turns out it's harder to strangle people than they make it look on TV. She escaped to live another day. She really has an irritating, evil, giggle.
We went to celebrate with our kids in Lincoln last night. A great night. I got to play with Madilyn Rose. (grandaughter) She likes me. A lot of times, kids like adults who are always excited to pick them up and love them, and then willing to set them back down when they've decided it's time to get down again. Sometimes this only takes a couple of seconds. Kids who are raised under this theory of 'watchful' freedom, seem to continue coming back to be 'picked up and held for a while', even into their twenties and thirties. That's as far as my experience goes.
My beautiful daughter in-law, baked me a great cake with only one candle in the middle. She said the fire marshall in Lincoln won't allow the sale of THAT many birthday candles to one person. Yeah, me and Rodney Dangerfield!
We dined on blackened salmon and grilled steaks. They are great cooks and already have mastered the art of entertaining large groups.
Our son Tom, and his Bride to be, were there as well as my daughter and family. Their wedding is in September.
In the afternoon we got to go with our son Tom and his soon to be wife, and help pick out the reception hall. It's a neat hall. The brides parents were there, also. Her Dad is a funny guy. He and I wondered aloud why anyone would cover these nice big, tan, plastic, round tables with table cloths. They looked good the way they were, we thought, because they matched the chairs. The bride and the two mothers then looked at different 'set up' pictures with the manager of the building, and sent Roger and I to check to see if the parking lot and restrooms seemed big enough. These women know talent when they see it. But all of the decisions were already made and the contract signed by the time Roger and I came back to report our findings. How did they know everything would check out?
Note, two days ago, we set the record for highest, minimum temp, for that date. Forty two was the low for the day. January 27th, unbelievable. However, the bad news is that the old record was set in 1934. A very bad drought year. This is too long but I wanted to get all of this said while I was still young enough to type.