Birthday boys

August 16, 2013

It’s a beautiful day and we’re feelin’ good and goofin’ off. For-the-record photos above and below. Lori and Sara threw us a party this morning and gave us a ride home in the Subaru. (Cooper prefers being driven about to hoofing it these days. I’m not prepared to admit the same holds for me). Got a birthday serenade over the phone from Santa Fe and promise of dinner at the Range on Sunday. Sister Jane called and I think there might be notes and jam in the mail from Hope and Winifred. Judy and Bob gave me space and taped a birthday note to my garbage can out on the road. Colleen sent me an e-card. Now lunch and reading and naps. Maybe a walk in the hills this afternoon if it clouds up; evening otherwise. Gotta go find some earrings for a certain, soon-to-be 7-year-old niece. It was seven years ago today that I brought Cooper here from the Eastside Animal Shelter, estimated age 3. He was still covered in stitches and ticks. I let him out of the car and into the house. He trotted down the hallway, took a quick right turn into the office, relieved himself by my desk and has lived here happily ever since. I can’t believe Lori wrapped presents for these guys. I suspect Dianne had something to do with it. Thanks, all.