Here he is with his nephew, Teddy.
Here he is with his nephew, Teddy.
The games, the thankfulness, the feast, winter fruit,a giant slide, and Frisbee…
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Ninety year old Bill Foster told everyone that he asked the man upstairs to take a couple strokes off his golf game, but he misunderstood and gave him a stroke instead. A lesson in never losing your sense of humor. His wife June is 88 but looks 65.
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A good time was had by all!
Jim and I walk everyday and I usually bring my camera everywhere I go. Some deep cleaning, Pledging cupboards, cleaning the window runners, hand washing, and etc. yesterday, so today, you get hodgepodge. Our neighbor has a bird feeder and I managed to get a few good shots of a pileated woodpecker several days ago.
He came,he ate.
I like the way they hang on to eat. For some reason or other, the jays come and hassle the other birds, but this feeder foils them and they can’t get anything out of it.
The finches have their own feeder and the jays can’t get their seeds either.
The river is low, we notice a camp across the river that in past years had but a narrow strip of gravel in front of it.
The river has such beauty and serenity.
I didn’t think this picture across the river would turn out. A small deer has nothing to fear to browse during day time.
Thunderbird Thousand Trails Park has sites on the hilly side of Ben Howard road as well as the river side of Ben Howard. We walk both. Someone planted ivy on this tree.
It will eventually reach the top of the tree and most likely kill it. Reminds me of the strangler figs we saw in Costa Rica. The tree dies and the fig remains standing in a circular shape of the tree it killed. Of course, sometimes, the fig dies too.
On the way to town, one day, I spotted a huge tree with bright red “berries”. It was huge and I could never find it again to take a photo. Several smaller ones were about.
A close-up of the clusters and the leaves. It may be a kind of pepper tree. The huge one I saw was spectacularly beautiful.
The day we went to the parade, we had one of the worst lunches I’ve ever paid for at the Sock Eye, a restaurant with a beautiful view of a lake, but untrained wait help, slow service, and tasteless food. I can only think of twice in my life, I wrote a note and complained to the chef and manager about the food.
Late in the afternoon, I tried to read my book, but cheerful, fun voices floated up from the river as people enjoyed a Sunday river float. I got up and took a few pictures. Jim, with his impaired eyesight, took his pictures blindly, hoping for the best. Thunderbird Thousand Trails on the Skykomish river, is one of my favorite spots to stay.
One of these time, I’m going to take this trip, “….down the lazy river, come as you please…” as it says in the song.
I’ve been accused of hosting this family reunion just to get my yard in shape. Doug came up and painted the deck and rebuilt the horseshoe pit and the new chicken coop. The coop came about because daughter Virginia is moving to Australia with her family for a semester. I inherited the chickens from her.
Ken removed trash, went to the dump, did some weed eating, moved heavy tables and umbrellas off the deck and into the yard. His boys, helped out by bagging excess leaves, and myriad other routine but neglected maintenance. It was a massive effort because—I blame Jim— I travel so much I have little time for yard work. I had trees overhanging the house, foot deep leaves, little repairs, my orchard unfertilized and mostly unwatered. Aarrgh!
The first to arrive for our big soiree was my recently widowed cousin, Gary, from Southern Cal. He came on Wed. July 2nd, so I told him I’m not cooking. He took me to an Italian restaurant and since Italy was on the wall, he said we could pretend we went to Italy. We were very close as kids. On Thursday, I put him to work painting benches.
Friday Afternoon, Kristanne and Austin arrived, hamming it up. She has a newer car and a new license plate reflecting her dog rescue volunteer project. The license plate holder reads, “All my children have paws.” Austin looks a bit skeptical about that.
Bev and Ted arrived later, and set up their tent as usual.
Tyler, their youngest, got the job of stomping all the plastic bottles to make room in the recycle containers for the stuff to come.
Cedric & Virginia were the last to arrive on Friday. We have a measure grid on the wall, and Owen was proud to tell me he is taller than his dad. They were jet-lagged, having just returned at 3:00 a.m. from New York where some of Cedric’s family lives. We spent the evening playing a new dice game, called Left, Right, Center. Great for all ages. When it got dark, everyone moved inside and we played one of the kids favorite games, Black Magic. Since we celebrate on Saturday, the only celebration of the official Independence Day was the hanging of the flag.
Saturday morning, Virginia and Kristanne took their traditional morning walk at 5:00, and did 8 miles. By afternoon, jet-lag caught up with Virginia and she slept for two hours in a chair.
Daniel and Owen had dish duty Friday night. In the morning, it was Theo and Austin’s turn. Because of the water shortage, no dishwasher was used. The dishwasher is used as a drain board.
Laurie and I worked on some salads to go with the barbecue.
Kristanne helped Doug cut veggies for the skewers while they discussed favorite tunes.
Alec works and attends college in So. Cal. He flew into Sacramento, and Cathy picked him up and brought him to Murphys. The boys inflated all the tubes for the flume.
Niece, Rena came directly from FLorida to the reunion, her first time. Her boyfriend Chris, suffered some jet-lag too and took a long snooze, too. Before the big feast, we headed for the flume. We waited for people who said they were coming to show up, and didn’t. But, it is late in the day, I’ll finish this blog tomorrow. I was having too much fun to take thorough pictures, so, there are big gaps in our event.
My sister Dawn’s celebration of life was held yesterday in Sunol, CA. population about 300.
Dawnie’s youngest daughter, Debbie served as caretaker through those tough months before her death. She knew that Dawnie’s joy in life came mainly from her family, particularly, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Her only son, Tom, pointed out the main events in her life, how she met their father, the birth of four children, facing death and divorce, working, working, working, while I mentally toted up her most obvious character traits. She was a hard worker, uncomplaining, and could be quite stoic. Never self-aggrandizing, nor prone to taking credit for her accomplishments. She was like a mother to her younger siblings. She helped me through teenaged angst, convincing me of my worth, and beauty when I knew I was an ugly duckling. When her children were growing up, she proceeded to mother and shelter all who came with-in need. Her children have those same traits.
At a recent funeral I attended, I looked about and saw so much life in the room, and the same was true here. But, since she was my sister, I couldn’t dispel feelings of sadness for those missing faces and the heartache of loss, as well. Her daughter’s Kim, and Penny, pre-deceased her, the most heartbreaking thing a parent can face. Kim’s son Ryan, his wife Cody and their children. Ryan claimed as a grandson Dawnie always told him he was perfect.
The girls in Dawnie’s family from right to left. Kelly, Penny’s daughter. Kaitlyn, Kim’s daughter. Julie, Debbie’s daughter. Casey, Kim’s foster daughter.
Dawnie’s niece, Christine Juliot and her son Seth, with his wife and kids.
Dawnie’s other niece, Vickie Julliot.
The Juliots are from Dawn’s husband’s side of the family.
Debbie made sure there would be things for kids of all ages to do. The message here is clearly Grandchildren are our most important assets.
CJ and grandpa.
Margaret and Abby.
Dawnie was an inveterate card player, scrabble and boggle champ and in her later years, a collector of eclectic jewelry. Plenty of all decorated the room. Everyone was invited to take a pin and earrings to wear for the event, which we did.
I am wearing a Hershey’s kiss on my sweater and some gaudy gold balls on my ears from her collection.
I tried to make sure I got a picture of everyone but I sprained three fingers in a fall yesterday and the fingers didn’t swell up until i drove home. So it has been slow going this morning and I’m just going to post pictures. and a link to the complete album at the end.