Downtown, P&G, moving(!), the first few days of Retirement, and More.
David, Burt, and Charlene on the occasion of Charlene’s delightful (and delicious!) birthday party. Ok, so this photo needs work…but the Weinsteins are still Lookin’ Good!
I’ve been so het-up over the Joy of my days I haven’t taken any pictures except for class. Two of them follow. I’m so lucky.
Yesterday is turned around here. In the evening Hilda came over and we went to a Persian restaurant to set in motion the plans for our trip to IRAN.
Don’t worry dear friends and relatives. Hilda assures me, she goes every year, many members of her family are still there, her friends are back and forth often, it will be No Problem and more than that, we’ll have an amazing time.
Yesterday was Japanese and today was Mom day but instead of our usual night thing I brought her lunch then took Windy to get her car.
The reason for all this was that Bill was coming over to help me Do Chores, after which we went for dinner and ended up at the pub where a baseball game was raging. This place is Bo-Town West and the Red Sox were losing.
Down three, bottom of the ninth, two out, bases loaded…
Lunch with Cynth. Lucky me! And this picture, it’s all my fault. I made Jose sit there because he was a real pro waiter-wise. This does not actually explain why I made him sit there. He walked by. I guess that was reason enough…
We wandered around csun a bit after Cynthia’s last class and that was cool. We bought me a new pair of flips at the skateboard shop because those buck nineteen babies from Thrifty’s just were not cutting it and getting back to the car was becoming problematic.
Big yea! Happy Birthday to my dear little sister Windy! It’s your Rite of Passage and the **today is the first day of the rest of your life** Happy Happy Birthday!
After dinner at Acapulco’s we made a quick stop at Trashy Lingerie for a photo-op and then it’s on to see Menopause, The Musical. Windy picked it. She just felt there would be something in it that would speak to her.
And she was the first one up when the cast invited the audience to join in a last song of womanly solidarity. She led the parade and they thanked her!
I snuck the shot, cutting off her head, because we were strongly advised that cameras were strictly forbidden. After I bundled everything back up twenty other women came up to the stage and just flashed away.
Then we went to Canter’s for some coffee and dessert because as we were leaving Mom told us ‘you can bring me a surprise, I won’t object’ and so as not to risk her actually remembering, we brought her pastry for a treat.
Starting from Friday this long weekend was too too amazing amazing. Unrelated to this picture is huge hugs and sweet kisses to the kids who get all the credit. You know who you are.
What we’re looking at is Sharon’s new dining room looking out onto her new garden living room, wrapped in the warm comity of a well built home.
These guys did some serious heavy lifting! Windy asked if I had a pair of girly pliers, which is how she refers to her little baby box of girly tools. I have pliers, but I have manly pliers.
This cracked up our manly men here and they couldn’t stop discussing the virtues of my manly pliers.
This is my eye-level view!