My family and friends boosted me across the bar between my 70's to my 80's this past weekend--January 25-26.
First, on Friday, January 25, the official day, I woke up to a highly decorated scene. A long "Happy Birthday" sign hanging on the living room wall. A ton of birthday cards set magically on a table under the sign, as if a mysterious postal delivery service had placed them there overnight. Next: a very special breakfast that Lucy prepared. During breakfast we read the messages in the cards--some from relatives, others from former students, and some former colleagues and neighbors. Joyful memories. What a look-back over the some of the best events of many past years. Years? Well, decades, actually.
Later in the day daughter Christina arrived and we enjoyed a great supper together at home. After supper we migrated over to the Allison Inn, one of the great spots in the entire nation for quiet Friday evening jazz.
Early on Saturday Christina left for home, then returned with her two kids--my grandkids. Two more grand-kids in Seattle sent cards. We skyped with the Seattle family. That was fun.