Today we celebrated Robin’s birthday. I know you don’t divulge a woman’s age but she should be proud of her appearance at this point in her life. Her years now equal the speed limit on most state highways. Meals will come at a discount at the next Bob Evans. Movies will be two dollars less. So for her 55th, she woke up to a card I had penned, and a cake, (a whopping 3″ square marshmellow rice krispie treat). As a gift, I bought her a kite. This thrilled the child that resides within her.
At first she had some difficulty, but undaunted, quickly…
…she caught some of the westerly winds and it was teetering several hundred feet high and at the end of its twine.
She played with it much the way a child does, showing Brutus her new toy of which he had no interest whatsoever. Here she was, celebrating her birthday, going on twelve.
Later she got all gussied up in a pair of clean jeans and sweater and we celebrated with dinner out. Thanks, friends and family for all the calls of well wishes. She was touched and much appreciative of those of you that took the time to send greetings.