My day started early, as usual: Before day dawned, Bill and I went into town to do some errands. It rained yesterday – Friday the 11th – and was unseasonably warm, in the low 60’s, and most of the snow was gone from our patio by the time I woke and went outside this morning.
We rushed home from our trip to town to make it to granddaughter Exandra’s basketball game. Allen and Leah, Exandra’s parents, were already in the stands waiting for the game to start when we got there.
Exandra climbed the bleachers to get a hug from Grandpa Bill.
Exandra in action. Watch for the sparkly hair band – that’s Exandra!
When I went out to get some water from our truck, mid-game, I just had to stop to get a shot of the school on this foggy Ohio morning.
Back inside. Exandra is in mid-jump in this shot. They called me Sue Alcindor when I was in high school; might I suggest she gets her ‘hustle’ from me?
Give me the ball. I’m open!
Allen, Leah, Chance (Exandra’s brother) and Bill watch the game
Bill and Allen cooked up plans to go play some ‘mud ball,’ made plans to play golf at the muddy golf course after the basketball game. Just $2.00/person this time of year, though muddy. There’s Bill, loading his clubs into his truck.
Meanwhile I made cake and pie for the turkey dinner planned for the afternoon at our house. Bob showed up on his ‘tri-moto’ – a quad that he modified himself; he turned it into a three-wheeler. So cool!
Of course I had to get onto the bike, and Bob snapped a shot of me – the only picture of me taken all day, as I recall.
Bill got home from the golf course and fired up the deep-fat fryer in anticipation of cooking two turkeys.
Then Bill cleaned out the chiminea and started a fire in it – it’s such a friendly feeling when there’s a fire burning on the patio on a dreary day….
Bob and Allen in Allen’s truck, smiling at me as I impede their progress down the driveway.
Fried turkey! Yum!
Mike stopped by, on his cycle.
And we all went to the basement for a few rousing games of ping pong. My team won. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Bill Allen Bob Mike
Sons Bob and Allen with their dad Bill, checking out our breaker box, trying to figure out why, when we use both ovens, they shut down.
This sign greeted us at the top of the basement stairs. It would seem that granddaughters Erica and Exandra were hiding . . . . under the couch?
Who puts 60 candles on one cake? Allen and Bob, that’s who! I wish I could have gotten a shot that showed the conflagration when all those candles were still lit, but I had to hurry to blow them out before the wax ruined the icing! Yes, today is my 60th birthday. I blew out all but @ 8 candles on my first attempt. That’s @ 52 candles in one breath. I think that’s pretty impressive if I do say so myself!
Here are our pyromaniacs. Bob and Allen holding both cakes – the second one (with a lot less candles) was for Allen’s wife Leah, whose birthday is Monday the 14th.
After dinner, ping pong, cards and a lot of fun, Erica and Exandra spent the night….
Back to my computer…to finish a project I started yesterday. Bye for now.