As I mentioned before, March 4 was my mother’s eightieth birthday. My brother and sister came for that, but also because we had a lot of family business to take care of. Oddly, both of them ended up seeing doctors or dentists and taking painkillers and antibiotics. I had no idea spending a couple of weeks at The Compound could be so hazardous to anyone’s health.
I wish I had pictures of the night when a minute in a people-free house allowed Guinness to flip a ham from the table to the floor. Sadly, none of the photos quite capture the more dramatic moments of the last three weeks.
Margot mostly wanted solitude, but sometimes she could be forced to join the family.
Just before we cut the cake.
Guinness is unclear on the “dogs don’t get chocolate” rule. Those drawings behind Tom were colored for us by our (at that time, four-year-old) niece in 2000 after we lost our two dachshunds.
My brilliant brother David and his best friend Bailey. I’ve never seen a dog more eager to hit the road again, but I don’t take it personally. Bailey loves hiking, camping, and mountain climbing as much as my brother does.
We played cards. A lot of cards. Final tally of games won: Tom–7, Tim–7, Becky–4, and Debby–3. The game: progressive rummy.
The faces of bitter losers at progressive rummy.
Exposed! It’s really Rex who writes the novels.
awwwww puppy(/ies)!
hey..at least i’m consistent.
i dunno that a bad puppy pic can be taken. all too cute.
i suck at cards and i hate losing…so i understand the bitter card losing faces.
Who’s that dirty beatnik?
Oh. It’s me.
Your mom looks fabulous!!!!
That doggie, on first glance, looked like a raccoon, or even a fox of some kind. What a face. Guiness DOES look a lot like Rutlie.
I knew there was a hint of DOG in the novels!!!!! (JK)
btw, you look so at peace…happy.
Your mom does look great! As do you all. I can never get enough of seeing people’s pictures. Thanks!!