He turns 90 years young tomorrow.
He’s in great shape. Today, he freaked me out when I noticed red drops all over his shirt and pants. I thought that he had cut himself, but it turned out to be paint (as per city regulations, the pipes that feed the his emergency sprinkler systems must be painted red). How many grandpas do you know are still climbing ladders in 100° heat to paint pipes that run across the ceiling? My grandpa rules!
He has been talking about his birthday for the past six or seven months. Mostly, he has been asking about who is coming and where we are eating. You know, the important things
With the celebration in full swing and with all of my family in town, I haven’t been able to keep up with many of your wonderful blogs and comments as often as I would like. Many apologies to you all! I look forward to getting back to you soon!
In the meanwhile, I hope that you will also have a wonderful, food-filled Wednesday!