And It Was a Successful Celebration of 82 Years! He Got His Blackberry Pie, too, Thanks to Casey. Now to Rest Some

Birthdays are busy. Dad didn't necessarily know all that was going on, but he did well, including his insistence on walking his urine sample into the 4th floor of the medical facility before I took him to lunch. He got his 'soft steak' (prime rib) and they even treated him to a brownie sundae which he devoured (that's usually my mom's thing - not his). 

For dinner, mom ordered pizza and wings and the whole crowd came to Amalfi Drive. Funny how the grown grandkids take up more space than they used to and things get crowded fast. 

Of course, it exhausted Dad and he wanted to go to bed at 7 p.m. (we kept him up until 8 p.m.). Mom zonked out soon after. It's exhausted celebrating the 80s, especially after a horrific medical week where his health fell fast. He's in recovering and doing great, and his stomach scan this morning showed he's having twin girls. Nope. Not really. Just a beer or two from yesteryear.

And I caught up with grading, so now feel ready to tackle the writing project I've put off for too long. I can't have an excuse. I need to get moving on this as time is of the essence. 

In the meantime, I'm simply happy I had the day to sing, to celebrate, and to be grateful for another birthday.